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GREAT ADAMS EXPRESS
GREAT ADAMS EXPRESS
A DETECTIVE STORY
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THE GREAT ADAMS EXPRESS ROBBERY.
THE CONSPIRATORS— THE FORGED LETTER — THE PLAN.
In the rear room of a small
frame building, the front of which
was occupied as a coal office, located
on West Lake Street, Chicago, three
men were seated around a square
pine table. The curtains of the
window were not only drawn in-
side, but the heavy shutters were
closed on the outside. A blanket
was nailed over the only door of
the room, and every thing and every
action showed that great secrecy
was a most important factor of the
The large argand burner of a
student's lamp filled the small room
with its white, strong light. The
table was covered with railroad time-
tables, maps, bits of paper, on which
were written two names a great
number of times, and pens of different
makes and widths of point were
scattered amidst the papers.
One man, a large, powerfully-
built fellow, deep-chested and long-
limbed, was occupied in writing,
again and again, the name of " J. B.
Barrett." He had covered sheet
after sheet with the name, looking
first at a letter before him, but was
still far from satisfied. " Damn a
man who will make his ' J's ' in such
a heathenish way "
''Try it again, Wittrock,'' said one
of his companions.
" Curse you ! " shouted the man
called Wittrock. " How often must
I tell you not to call me that name ?
By God, I'll bore a hole through you
yet, d'ye mind, now ! "
" Oh, no harm been done, Cum-
mings ; no need of you flying in such
THE GREAT ADAMS EXPRESS ROBBERY.
a stew for nothing. We're all in the
same box here, eh ? "
" Well, you be more careful here-
after," said " Cummings," and again
he bent to his laborious task of
forging the name of " J. B. Barrett."
Nothing was heard tor half-an-
hour but the scratching of the pen,
or the muttered curses of Cummings,
as he was called.
Suddenly he threw down his pen
with a laugh of triumph, and holding
a piece of paper before him, exclaimed:
" There, lads, there it is ; there's the
key that will unlock a little mint for
Throwing himself back in his chair,
he drew a cigar from his pocket, and,
lighting it, listened with great satis-
faction to the words of praise uttered
by his companions as they compared
the forged with the genuine signa-
These three men were on the eve
of a desperate enterprise. For months
they had been planning and working
together, and the time for action was
The one called " Cummings," the
leader, was apparently the youngest
one of the three. There was nothing
in his face to denote the criminal.
A stranger looking at him would
imagine him to be a good-natured,
jovial chap, a little shrewd perhaps,
but fond of a good dinner, a good
drink, a good cigar, and nothing else.
One of his colleagues, whom he
called " Roe," evidently an alias, was
smaller in size, but had a determined
expression on his face, that showed
him to be a man who would take a
desperate chance if necessary.
The third man, called sometimes
Weaver, and sometimes Williams,
was the smallest one of the conspira-
tors, and also the eldest. His frame,
though small, was compact and mus-
cular, but his face lacked both the
determination of Roe and the frank,
open expression of Cummings.
After scrutinising the forgery for a
time, Roe returned it to Cummings,
and said, " Jim, who has the run out
on the 'Frisco when you make the
plant ? "
" A fellow named Fotheringham,
a big chap, too. I was going to lay
for the other messenger, Hart, who is
a small man, and could be easily
handled, but he has the day run
" This Fotheringham will have to
be a dandy if he can tell whether
Barrett has written this or not, eh,
Jim ? "
" Aye, that he will. Let me once
get in that car, and if the letter don't
work, I'll give him a taste of the
" Xo shooting, Jim, no shooting.
I swear to God I'll back out if you
spill a drop of blood."
Jim's eyes glittered, and he hissed
between his teeth :
" You back out, Roe, and you'll
see some shooting."
Roe laughed a nervous laugh, and
said, as he pushed some blank letter-
heads toward Cummings, " Who's
goin' to back out ? Only I don't like
the idea of shooting a man, even to
get the plunder. Here's the Adams
Express letter-heads I got to-day.
Try your hand on the letter.
Cummings, somewhat pacified,
with careful and laborious strokes
of the pen, wrote as follows :
"Springfield, Mo., October 24th, '86.
Mkssknger, Train No. 3, St. L. &
St. F. Rte :
" Dr. Sir : You will let the
bearer, John Bronson, ride in your
car to Peirce, and give him all the
instructions that you can. — Yours,
"J. B. Barrett, R.A."
" Hit it the first time. Look at
that Roe ; cast your eye on that
elegant bit of literature, Weaver,"
and Cummings, greatly excited,
paced up and down the room, whist-
ling, and indulging in other signs of
" Well done, Jirn, well done. Now
write the other one, and we'll go and
Again Cummings picked up his
facile pen, and was soon successful in
writing the following letter, pur-
porting to be from this same J. B.
"Springfield, Mo., Oct. 21, '86.
" John Bronson, Esq., St. Louis, Mo.
" Dr. Sir : Come at once to Peirce
City by train No. 3, leaving St.
Louis 8.25 p.m. Inclosed find note
to messenger on the train, which
you can use for a pass in case you
see Mr. Damsel in time. Agent at
Peirce City will instruct you furthei.
—Respectfully, J. B. Barrett, R.A."
Jim drew a long, deep sigh of re-
lief as he muttered :
THE GREAT ADAMS EXPRESS ROBBERY
" Half the work is done ; half the
work is done."
Drawing the railroad map of the
Chicago and Alton road towards him,
he put the pen point on St. Louis,
and slowly following the St. L. & S.
F. Division, paused at Kirkwood.
" Roe, here's the place I shall
tackle this messenger. It is rather
close to St. Louis, but it's down
grade, and the train will be making
fast time. She stops at Pacific —
here, and we will jump the train
there, strike for the river, and paddle
down to the K. & S. W You must
jump on at the crossing near the
limits, plug the bell cord so the
damned messenger can't pull the
rope on me, and I will have him foul."
Roe listened attentively to these
instructions, nodding his head several
times to express approval, and said:
" When will we go down ? "
Jim Cummings, looking at the
time-table, answered :
" This is — what date is this.
Weaver ? "
" Two weeks from to-day will be
the 25th. That is on — let's see, that
is Tuesday ''
" Two weeks from to-day, Roe, you
will have to take the train at St.
Louis ; get your ticket to Kirkwood.
I see by this time-table that No. 3
does stop there. When you get off,
run ahead, plug the bell-cord, and I
will wait till she gets up speed after
leaving Kirkwood before I draw my
Thus did these three men plan a
robbery that was to mulct the Adams
Express Company of $100,000, baffle
the renowned Pinkertons for weeks,
and excite universal admiration for
its boldness, skill, and completeness.
The papers on which Cummings
had exercised his skill were torn into
little bits, the time-tables and maps
were folded and placed in coat
pockets, the lamp extinguished, and
three men were soon strolling down
Lake-street as calmly as if they had
no other object than to saunter into
their favourite bar-room, and toss off
a social drink or two.
the success of the letters — the attack — the robbers —
The Union depot at St. Louis was
ablaze with lights. The long Kansas
City train was standing, all made up,
the engine coupled on, and almost
ready to pull out. Belated passengers
were rushing frantically from the
ticket window to the baggage-room,
and then to the train, when a man,
wearing side whiskers, and carrying a
small valise, parted from his com-
panion at the entrance to the dep6t,
and, after buying a ticket to Kirk-
wood, entered the smoking car. His
companion, a tall, well-built man,
having a smooth face, and a very
erect carriage, walked with a business-
like step down the platform, until he
reached the express car. Tossing the
valise which he carried into the car,
he climbed in himself with the aid
of the hand-rail on the side of the
door, and, as the messenger came
towards him, he held out his hand,
" Is this Mr. Fotheringham ? "
" Yes, that's my name."
"I have a letter from Mr. Barrett
for you," and taking it from his
pocket, he handed it to the messenger.
Fotheringham read the letter care-
fully, and placing it in his pocket, said :
" Going to get a job, eh ? "
"Yes, the old man said he would
give me a show, and as soon as there
was a regular run open, he would let
me have it."
"Well, I'm pretty busy now ; make
yourself comfortable until we pull
out, and then I'll post you up as best
I can, Mr. Bronson."
Mr. " Bronson " pulled off his over-
coat, and, seating himself in a chair,
glanced around the car.
In one end packages, crates, butter,
THE GREAT ADAMS EXPRESS ROBBERY
2f-cases, and parts of machinery
were piled up. At the other end a
small iron safe was lying. As it
caught Branson's eye an expression
came over his face, which, if Fother-
ingham had seen, would have saved
him a vast amount of trouble. But
the messenger, too busy to notice his
visitor, paid him no attention, and in
a moment Bronson was puffing his
cigar with a nonchalant air, that
would disarm any suspicions which
the messenger might have enter-
tained ; but he had none, as it was a
common practice -to send new men
over his run, that he might " break
The train had pulled out, and
after passing the city limits, was
flying through the suburbs at full
Fotheringham, seated in front of
his safe, with his way-bills on his lap,
was checking them off as Bronson
called off each item of freight in the
The long shriek of the whistle and
the jerking of the car, caused by the
tightening of the air-brake on the
wheels, showed the train to be
approaching a station.
" This is Kirkwood," said Fother-
ingham ; "nothing for them to-night."
The train was almost at a stand-
still, when Bronson, saying " What
sort of a place is it ? " threw back the
door and peered out into the dark.
As he did so a man passed swiftly
by, and in passing glanced into the
car. As Bronson looked, he saw it
was the same man that had bought a
ticket for Kirkwood, and had ridden
in the smoker.
The train moved on. Bronson
shut the door and buttoned his coat.
Fotheringham, still busy on his way-
bills, was whistling to himself, and
sitting with his back to his fellow-
Some unusual noise in the front
end of the car caught his ear, and
raising his head, he exclaimed :
" What's that ? "
The answer came, not from the
front of the car, but from behind.
A strong muscular hand was placed
on his neck. A brawny arm was
thrown around his chest, and lifted
from the chair, he was thrown
violently to the floor of the car.
In a flash he realised his position.
With an almost superhuman effort
he threw Bronson from him, and
reaching around felt for his revolver.
It was gone, and thrown to the other
end of the car.
Little did the passengers on the
train know of the stirring drama
which was being enacted in the car
before them. Little did they think,
as they leaned back in their comfort-
able seats, of the terrific struggle
which was then taking place. On
one hand it was a struggle for
$100,000 ; on the other for reputa-
tion, for honour, perhaps for life.
Fotheringham, strong as he was
(for he was large of frame, and
muscular), was no match for his
assailant. He struggled manfully,
but was hurled again to the floor,
and as he looked up, saw the cold
barrel of a 32-calibre pointed at his
head. Bronson's face, distorted with
passion and stern With the fight,
glared down at him, as he hissed
through his teeth :
"Make a sound, and you are a dead
The messenger, seeing all was lost,
lay passive upon the floor. The
robber, whipping out a long, strong,
silk handkerchief, tied his hands be-
hind his back, and making a double-
knotted gag of Fotheringham's hand-
kerchief, gagged him. Searching the
car he discovered a shawl-strap, with
which he tied the messenger's feet,
and thus had him powerless as a log.
Then, and not till then, did he speak
" Done, and well done, too."
The flush faded from his face, his
eye became sullen, and drawing the
messenger's chair to him he sat down.
As he gazed at his discomfited
prisoner an expression of intense
relief came over his features. His
forged letters had proved successful,
his only formidable obstacle between
himself and his anticipated booty lay
stretched at his feet, helpless and
harmless. The nature of the car pre-
vented any interruption from the
ends, as the only entrance was
through the side doors, and he had
all night before him to escape.
Now for the plunder. The key to
the safe was in Fotheringham's
pocket. It took but a second to
secure it, and but another second to
use it in unlocking the strong box.
The messenger, unable to prevent
this in any way, looked on in intense
THE GREAT ADAMS EXPRESS ROBBERY,
mental agony. He saw that he would
be suspected as an accomplice. The
mere fact that one man could disarm,
bind, and gag him, would be used as
a suspicious circumstance against
him. Although he did not know
the exact sum of money in the safe,
he was aware that it was of a very
considerable amount, and he fairly
writhed in his agony of mind. In
an instant Cummings (or, as he had
been called by the messenger,
Bronson) was on his feet, revolver in
hand, and again the cruel, murderous
expression dwelt on his face, as he
" Lie still, damn you, lie still ! If
you attempt to create an alarm I'll
fill you so full of lead that some
tenderfoot will locate you for a
mineral claim. D'ye understand ? "
After this facetious threat he paid
no further attention to the messenger.
Emptying his valise of its contents
of underclothing and linen, he stuffed
it full of the packages of currency
which the safe contained.
One package, containing $30,000,
from the Continental Bank of St.
Louis, was consigned to the American
National Bank of Kansas City.
Another large package held $12,000,
from the Merchants' National Bank
of St. Louis for the Merchants' Bank
of Forth Smith, Arkansas, and
various other packages, amounting
altogether to $53,000.
With wonderful sang-froid, Cum-
mings stuffed this valuable booty in
his valise, and then proceeded to open
the bags containing coin. His keen
knife-blade ripped bag after bag, but
finding it all silver, he desisted, and
turning to Fotheringham, demanded :
" Any gold aboard ? "
Fotheringham shook his head in
" Does that mean there is none, or
you don't know ? "
Again the messenger shook his
" Well, I reckon you're right ; all
silver, too heavy, and don't amount
As he was talking, the whistle of
the engine suddenly sounded two
short notes, and the air-brakes
The train stopped, and the noise of
men walking on the gravel was
As Fotheringham lay there, his.
ears strained to catch every sound,
and hoping for the help that never
came, his heart gave a joyful throb,
as someone pounded noisily on the
door. Almost at the same instant
he felt the cold muzzle of a revolver
against his head, and the ominous
" click, click ' : was more eloquent
than threats or words could be.
The pounding ceased, and in a
short time the train moved on again.
Apparently not satisfied that the
messenger was bound safe and fast,
Cummings took the companion strap
to the one which pinioned the feet
of his victim, and passing it around
his neck, fastened it to the handle of
the safe in such a way that any extra
exertion on Fotheringham's part
would pull the safe over and choke him.
Opening the car door, he threw
away the clothing which he had
taken from his valise.
Returning to the messenger, he
stooped over him, and took from his
pocket the forged letter with which
he gained entrance to the car.
Fotheringham tried to speak, but
the gag permitted nothing but a
rattling sound to escape.
" I know Avhat you want, young
fellow. You want this loiter to
prove that you had som~ sort of
authority to let me ride. Sorry I
can't accommodate you, my son, but
those devilish Pinkertons will be
after me in twenty-four hours, and
this letter would be just meat to
them. I'll fix you all right, though.
My name's Cummings, Jim Cum-
mings, and I'll write a letter to the
St. Louis Globe- Democrat that will
clear you. Honest to God, I will.
You've been pretty generous to-
night ; given me lots of swag, and
I'll never go back on you. Give my
love to Billy Pinkerton when you
see him. Tell him Jim Cummings
did this job."
As he uttered these words the
train commenced slacking up, and as
it stopped, Cummings, opening the
door, with his valuable valise, leaped
to the ground, closed the door behind
him, the darkness closed around him,
and he was gone.
Inside the car a rifled safe, a bound
and gagged messenger, and the
Adams Express Company was poorer
by $100,000 than it was when the
'Frisco train pulled out of the depot
the evening before.
PINKERTON TO THE RESCUE.
The next 1 day the country knew of
the robbery. Newspapers in every
city had huge head-lines, telling the
story in the most graphic style.
JESSE JAMES OUTDONE!
The Adams Express Company
ROBBED OF $100,000 !
THE EXPRESS MESSENGER FOUND
GAGGED AND BOUND TO HIS OWN
SAFE — THE ROBBER ESCAPES — ABSO-
LUTELY NO CLUE —
PINKERTON TO THE RESCUE !
Mr. Damsel, the superintendent of
the St. Louis branch of the Adams
Express Company, was pacing
anxiously up and down his private
office. Fotheringham was relating
his exciting experience, which a
stenographer immediately took down
in shorthand. At frequent intervals
Mr. Damsel would ask a searching
question, to which the messenger
replied in a straightforward manner
and without hesitation. It was a
trying ordeal to him. Innocent as
he was, his own testimony was against
him. He knew it and felt it, but
nothing that he could do or say
would lighten the weight of the
damaging evidence. He could but
tell the facts and await developments.
When he was through Mr. Damsel
left him in the office, and imme-
diately telegraphed to every station
between Pacific and St. Louis, to look
for the linen and underclothing
which the robbers had thrown from
the car. The wires were working in
all directions, giving a full descrip-
tion of Cummings, and such other
information as would lead to his
Local detectives were closeted with
Mr. Damsel all day, but so shrewdly
and cunningly had the express robber
PINKERTON Tu 'HIE RESCUE.
covered his tracks, that nothing but
the bare description of the man could
be used as a clue.
Fotheringham was put through
the " sweating process " time and
again, but though he gave the most
minute and detailed account of the
affair, the detectives could find
nothing to help them.
That Fotheringham " stood in "
with the robber was the universal
theory. The story of the letter and
order from Air. Barrett was received
with derision and suspicion.
Air. Damsel himself was almost
confident that his employe had a
hand in the robbery. It was a long
and anxious day, and as it wore along
and no new developments turned
up, Mr. Damsel became more anxious
and troubled : $100,000 is a large
sum, and the Adams Express Com-
pany had a reputation at stake.
What was to be done ?
Almost instantly the answer came :
" Telegraph for Pinkerton."
The telegram was sent, and when
William Pinkerton wired back that
he would come at once, Mr. Damsel
felt his load of responsibility begin
to grow lighter, and he waited
impatiently for the morning- to
The next morning about 10 o'clock
Mr. Damsel received a note, signed
" Pinkerton," requesting him to call
at Room 84 of the Southern Hotel.
He went at once. A pleasant-faced
gentleman, with a heavy moustache
and keen eyes, greeted him, and Mr.
Damsel was shaking hands with the
famous detective, on whose shoulders
had fallen the mantle of his father
Allan Pinkerton— probably the finest
detective the world has ever seen.
Mr. Damsel had his stenographer's
notes, which had been transcribed on
the type-writer, and Mr. Pinkerton
carefully and slowly read every word.
" What sort of a man is this
Fotheringham ? "
" He is a large, well-built, and, I
should say, muscular young fellow.
Has always been reliable before, and
has been with us some years."
" Has he ever been arrested be-
fore ? "
" He says twice. Once for shoot-
ing off a gun on Sunday, and again
for knocking a man down for insult-
ing a lady."
" You think he is guilty-— that is,
the great Adams Li: press robbery.
you think he had a hand in the
robbery ? "
" Mr. Pinkerton, I regret to say I
do. It doesn't seem probable that a
strorj, hearty man would allow
another man to disarm him, gag him,
tie hiin hand and foot, get away with
liooooo, and all that, without a des-
perate struggle, and he hasn't the
sign of a scratch or bruise on him."
" N-n-no, it doesn't. Still, it could
be done. You have him under arrest,
then ? "
" Not exactly. He is in my office
now, and apparently has no thought
of trying to escape."
" Well, Mr. Damsel, I am inclined
to think that this man Fotheringham
knows no more of this robbery than
he has told you. If he is in collusion
with the robber or robbers- for I
think that more than one had to do
with it — he would have made up a
story in which two or more had
attacked him. He would have had a
cut in the arm, a bruised head, or
some such corroborating testimony to
show. The fact that he was held up
by a single man goes a good way, in
my judgment, to prove him innocent
of anv crirwnal connection with the
robbery. We must look elsewhere
for the culprits,"
" Had you not better see Fother-
ingham ? "
" Of course I intend doing that.
Did you secure the clothing which
this so-called Cummings threw out
of the train ? "
" Telegrams have been sent out,
and I hope to have it sent in by
" That is good — we may find some-
thing which we can grasp. The
public generally have an idea that a
detective can make something out of
nothing, that the merest film of a
clue is all that is necessary with
which to build up a strong substantial
edifice of facts. It is only the
Messieurs La Coqs and ' Old Sleuths '
of books and illustrated weeklies that
are possessed with the second sight,
and can 'hunt down the shrewdest
criminals, without being bound to
such pretty things as clues, circum-
stantial evidence, or witnesses. We
American detectives can generally
make 4 by putting 2 and 2 together,
but we must have a starting point ;
and an old shirt, or a pair of
stockings, such as this robber threw
PINKERTON TO HIE RESCUE.
away, may contain just what we need."
A knock on the door, and an
employe of the office entered.
" Mr. Damsel, the entire road has
been searched, and no trace of the
clothing has been found."
" That's bad," said Mr. Pinkerton ;
" we should have found that."
Mr. Damsel bade the employe to
return to the office, and turning to
Mr. Pinkerton, said :
" The case is in your hands. Do
what you want ; if any man can run
that Cummings down, you can.''
" Well, I'll take it. I should advise
you first to have Fotheringham ar-
rested as an accomplice. While I do
not think he is one, he may be ; at
any rate it will lead the principals in
the case to believe that we are on the
wrong track, but I must confess there
don't seem to be any track at all,
wrong or right."
" I will do that. I will swear out
a warrant to-day against him."
Mr. Damsel took his leave, and
that night Fotheringham slept be-
hind iron bars.
THE DETECTIVE AND THE MESSENGER.
After Mr. Damsel had left the
hotel, Mr. Pinkerton sat in deep
thought. He had carefully re-read
Fotheringham's statement, but could
find nothing that could be put out
as a tracer ; no little straw to tell
which way the wind was blowing.
" Cummings, Cummings, Jim Cum-
mings ! By George ! that can't be the
Jim Cummings that used to flock with
the Jesse James gang ! That Cum-
mings was a grey-haired man, while
this Cummings is young, about 26
years old. Besides, he is much larger
than Jesse James' Jim Cummings.
That name is evidently assumed.
This statement says he was dressed
in a good suit of clothes, and wore a
very flashy cravat. Furthermore, he
bragged a good deal about what he
would do with the money. Also, that
he would write a letter to the St.
Louis Globe-Democrat exonerating
the messenger. Well, a man who
will brag like that, and wears flashy
articles of neck-wear, is just the man
that will talk too much, or make some
bad break. If he writes that letter
he's a goner. There will be some-
thing in it that will give me a hold.
The paper, the ink, the handwriting,
the place and time it was mailed —
something that will give him away.
I must see this messenger, and I
must see him here, alone. He may
be able to give me a little glimmer
To think with " Billy " Pinkerton
was to act.
He pressed the annunciator button,
and sitting down, wrote a short note
to Mr. Damsel, requesting him to
bring Fotheringham with him to his
THE DETECTll'K AND THE MESSENGER.
The bell-boy who answered the call
bore the note away with him, and in
a short time Mr Pinkerton, looking
out of his window, saw Mr. Damsel in
his buggy drive up to the hotel, ac-
companied by a young man, whom
Mr. Pinkerton recognised from the
description given him as the un-
fortunate Fotheringham, who had
evidently, as yet, not been arrested.
It took but a few moments for Mr.
Damsel to reach Room 84, and after
introducing Fotheringham to the de-
tective, left him there.
Fotheringham wore a worried and
hunted look. The black rings under
his eyes told of loss of sleep, and his
whole demeanour was that of a dis-
couraged .person. Still he bore the
keen scrutiny of the detective with-
out flinching, and looking him
squarely in the eye, i.aid :
" Mr. Pinkerton, don't ask me to
repeat my story again. I have told it
time after time. I have been cross-
questioned and turned and twisted
until I almost believe I committed
the robbery myself, tied my own
hands and feet, put the gag in my
own mouth, and hid the money in
Mr. Pinkerton did not answer him,
but gazing at him with those sharp,
far-seeing eyes which had ferreted out
so many crimes, and had made so
many criminals tremble, took in every
detail of Fotheringham's features, as
if reading his very soul. Fothering-
ham leaned back, closed his eyes
wearily, as if it were a matter of the
smallest consequence what might
occur, and remained in that position
until Mr. Pinkerton spoke.
" Mr. Fotheringham, I don't believe
you had anything to do with the
robbery, except being robbed."
" Thank God for those words, Mr.
Pinkerton ! " exclaimed the messenger
in broken tones, the tears welling to
his eyes. '' That's the first bit of com-
fort I have had since the dastardly
villain first knocked me down."
" Can you not give me some pecu-
liarity which you noticed about this
Cummings ? How did he talk ?
" Slowly, with a very pleasant
" Did he have any marks about
him — any scars ? "
Fotheringham sat in deep thoughc
for a while.
"He had a triangular gold filling
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on one of his front teeth, and he had
a way of hanging his head a little to
one side as if he were deaf, but I did
not see any scars, excepting a bit of
court-plaister on one of the fingers of
his right hand."
"Was he disguised at all ? "
" Not a bit ; at least, I could see no
disguise on him."
" How did he walk ? "
" Very erect ; and yet I noticed he
limped a little, as if he had a sore
" I see by this report," taking up
the papers Mr. Damsel had left. " that
you have given a very close and full
description of his appearance, but that
amounts to little. Disguises are easy,
and the mere changing of clothing
will effect a great difference."
" I am positive, from his features,
that he was a hard drinker. He had
been drinking before he came to the
car, as I smelled it on his breath."
" Well, Mr. Fotheringham, I will
not detain you any longer. If you
are innocent, you know you have
nothing to fear."
" Except the disgrace of being-
" Possibly," said Mr. Pjnkerton,
shortly, and bowing his visitor out
he pondered long and deeply over the
case ; but he felt he was groping in
the dark, for the robber had appa-
rently left no trace behind him. He
had appeared on the scene, done his
work, and the dark shadows of the
night had swallowed him up, and Mr.
Pinkerton, for the time, was com-
" If he would only write that
letter," he muttered, "and I believe
he will *
A tap at the door followed those
words, and two men entered — both
One of them carried a bundle in his
As Mr. Pinkerton caught sight of it,
his face lightened up.
" Ah ! You did get it ? "
" Yes ; found them in a ditch the
other side of Kirkwood."
Mr. Pinkerton laughed, and taking
the bundle said :
" Mr. Damsel said they could not
be found ; but I knew you, Chip.
It was a good move on your part to
go after these clothes without waiting
for orders. You are starting in well,
my boy, and if you have the making
THE DETECTIVE AND THE MESSENGER.
of a detective in you, this case will
bring it out."
Chip blushed. Such words of praise
from his superior were worth working
for. The youngest man in the force,
he had his spurs to win, and the
approbation of his chief was reward
The bundle was untied, and dis-
closed a shirt, a pair of drawers, socks,
and a dirty handkerchief. As the
clothing fell on the floor, the odour of
some sort of liniment filled the room,
and on the leg of the drawers, below
the knee, a stain was seen. Examin-
ing more closely, a little clotted blood
was seen. The stain extended half
way around the leg, and showed that
the cut was quite an extensive one.
'' No wonder he limped," said Mr.
Pinkerton, as he dropped the drawers
and picked up the handkerchief.
The handkerchief, a common linen
one, had evidently been used as a
bandage, for it was stained with the
liniment, and covered with blood
clots. In one corner had been written
a name, but the only letters now
readable were '' W — r — k."
This was placed on the table and
the shirt carefully examined.
Nothing, not even the maker's
name, could be seen. It was a cheap
shirt, such as could be bought at any
store which labels everything be-
longing to a man as " Gents' Fur-
nishing." The socks were very com-
mon, and like thousands of similar
" Not much of a find, Chip ; the
letters on the handkerchief can be
found in a hundred different names ;
a sore knee is covered by a pair of
trousers, and one out of every ten
men you meet limps."
The other detective, who had all
this time been silent, now laid some
Adams Express letter-heads on the
table. On these were written " J. B.
Barrett" in all forms of chirography ;
several sheets were covered with
" Where did you get these ?"
" Out of Fotheringham's trunk, in
" By Jove, what a consummate
actor that man is ! Do you know,
boys, up to this minute I firmly
believed that messenger was inno-
cent. I have been sold like an ordi-
nary fool." And Mr. Pinkerton looked
at the tell-tale papers admiringly,
THE GREAT ADAMS EXPRESS ROBBERY.
for, although he felt a trifle chagrined
at being taken in so nicely, he could
not but pay tribute to the man who
did it, for the man that could get the j
better of '' Billy" Pinkerton must j
be one of extraordinary ability.
" If you please," said Chip, " I do
not see that the mere finding of this
paper in Fotheringham's trunk shotdd
fasten suspicion on him. If he was
shrewd enough to capture the money,
he would certainly not leave such
damaging evidence as this paper
would be. It seems to me that it
would be a very plausible theory to
advance, that the real robbers placed
this in his trunk to direct suspicion
against him. In fact, it was the first
thing to be seen when the lid was
lifted, for I was with Barney when
he searched the room."
Barney said nothing to his com-
panion's remarks, but nodded his
head to show that he acquiesced.
Mr. Pinkerton listened carefully,
and merely saying, " We'll look at
this later," gave a very careful and
complete description of Cummings,
which he directed Chip and Barney
to take to the St. Louis branch of
this firm, and from there send it '
through all the divisions and sub-
divisions of this vast detective cobweb.
After issuing further and more
orders relating to the case in hand,
he put on his hat, and descended to
the hotel office, followed by his two
After the exciting episode in the
express-car had been brought to a
close by Jim Cummings leaping from
the car, the train moved on, and left
him alone, the possessor of nearly
$100,000. The game had been a
desperate one, and well played, and
nervy and cool as he was, the despe-
rado was forced to seat himself on a
pile of railroad ties, until he could
regain possession of himself, for he
trembled in every limb, and shook
as with a chill. He pulled himself
together, however, and picking up
his valise, with its valuable contents,
turned towards the river.
He stepped from tie to tie, feeling
his way in the darkness, every sense
on the alert, and straining his eyes
to catch a glimpse of some landmark.
He had walked nearly a mile, when,
from behind a pile of brush heaped
up near the track, a man stepped
THE DETECTIVE AND THE MESSENGER.
forth. The double click of a revolver
was heard, and in an imperative
tone the unknown man called out :
" Halt ! Put your hands above
your head. I've got the drop on
you ! "
Startled as he was by the sudden
appearance of the ma a, and hardly
recovered from his hard fight with
the messenger, Cummings was too
brave and too daring to yield so
tamely. Dropping his valise, he
sprang upon the audacious stranger
so suddenly that he was taken com-
pletely by surprise. The sharp report
of the revolver rang out upon the
quiet night, and the two men, Cum-
mings uppermost, fell upon the grad-
ing of the road. The men were very
evenly matched, and the fortunes of
war wavered from one to the other.
The hoarse breathing, the muttered
curses, and savage blows told that a
desperate conflict was taking place.
Clasped in each other's embrace, the
men lay, side by side, neither able to
gain the mastery. Far around the
curve the rumbling of an approach
freight train was heard. Nearer and
nearer it came, and still the men
fought on. With a grip of iron Cum-
mings held the stranger's ehroat to
the rail, and with arms of steel held
around Cummings, his assailant
pressed him to the ground.
It was an even thing, a fair field
and no favour, when the sudden flash
of the headlight of the approaching
engine, as it shot around the curve,
caused both men to lose their hold
and spring from the track. The
strong, clear light flooded both with
its brilliancy, and in that instant
mutual recognition took place.
u Wittrock ! "
" Moriarity ! "
The train swept by, and the dark-
ness again settled around the late
Cummings was the first to speak.
" How the devil did you get here,
Dan ? "
" Just what I was going to ask you,
'• Then you didn't get my letter ? "
" What letter ? "
" I wrote you from Chicago, to be
on hand at the ' plant ' to night."
" Did you send it to Leaven-
worth ? '•'
" I am on my way there now Got
THE CHEAT ADAMS EXPRESS ROBBERY.
bunted in St. Louis ; couldn't make a
raise, and I commenced to count ties
"Yes, then you took me for some
jay, and tried to hold me up. It's
lucky I met you. I need you."
" Any money in it ? "
"Slathers of it."
"What's your lay ?"
Cummings hesitated a minute be-
fore replying, and then said :
" Dan, you went back on me once,
I don't know that I can trust you ;
you are too "
" Trust me ! You give Dan Mori-
arity a chance to cover some tin, and
he's yours, body and soul."
"What's your price to help me,
and keep your mouth shut ? "
" It's a go," and Cummings held
out his hand.
The compact was thus sealed, and
lighting a match, Cummings com-
menced to look for his valise.
It had, fortunately, fallen outside
the rails, and picking it up, Cum-
mings led the way, followed by the
somewhat surprised and still more
At this point on the Missouri River
the bluffs rise abruptly from the banks.
The railroad, winding around the
curves, was literally hewn from the
solid rock. Deep gullies and ravines,
starting from the water, intersected
all portions of the country, and the
thick underbrush made this place a
safe and secure hiding-place for fugi-
tives from justice, river pirates, and
Cummings, at a point where one
of these gullies branched off from
the railroad, turned into it, and, with
confident steps, followed closely by
Moriarity, scaled the rocky precipice.
Half way up the toilsome ascent he
halted, and placing his fingers in his
mouth, gave three shrill whistles
— two short and one long drawn
It was immediately answered ; and
in an instant a flaming torch sprang
into view, and almost as quickly was
A short climb, and turning sharply
to the right, Cummings again
stopped. The signal, repeated softly,
was answered by a voice asking :
" Who comes there ? "
To which Cummings replied :
"It is I ; be not afraid," at the same
THE DETECTIVE AND THE MESSENGER.
time poking Moriarity in the ribs,
and chuckling :
" I haven't forgotten my Bible yet,
eh, Dan ? "
A blanket was lifted to one side,
and disclosed to view the entrance to
a natural cave, into the wall of which
was stuck a flaming, pitch-pine knot.
Entering, the blanket was dropped,
and, preceded by a man whose fea-
tures the fitful glare of the torch
failed to reveal, the two adventurers
were ushered into the main portion
of the cavern.
In one corner the copper kettle
and coiled worm of a whisky still
told it was the abode of an illicit
distiller, or a " moonshiner."
A large fire cast a ruddy glow over
the cave, and blankets and cooking
utensils were scattered about. As
the guide stepped into the light, he
turned around, his eyes first falling
on the well-stuffed valise, and then
upon Cummings' face, which wore
such an expression of success and
satisfaction that he exclaimed, as he
held out his hand :
" By the ghost of Jesse James, you
did it, old man !"
" This looks like it, don't it ? "
said the successful express-car robber,
holding his valise to the light.
" Don't you know this man, Haight?"
" Damme, if it isn't Dan Mori-
"The same old penny, Haight,"
and Moriarity clasped his hand.
Haight, as host, did the honours.
An empty flour-barrel, covered by a
square board, made an acceptable
table. Small whisky barrels did
duty as chairs, and a substantial
repast of boiled fish, partridges, and
grey squirrels, supplemented with
steaming glasses of hot toddy, satis-
fied the inner man, and for a time
caused them to forget the exciting
train of events through which they
had just passed.
After their hunger had been ap-
peased pipes were lit, and the fragrant
glasses of spirits, filled to the brim,
were placed conveniently and se-
ductively near at hand.
Cummings then related, in detail,
his night's exploit, and ended by
opening the valise and taking out
the packages of currency which it
contained. It was a strange picture
to gaze upon. The fire-lit cave,
shrouded outside with mystery and
THE GREAT ADAMS EXPRESS ROBBERY,
darkness, but its heart alive with
light and warmth ; the rude ap-
pliances and paraphernalia for dis-
tilling the contraband " mountain
dew " ; the Hoor strewn with blan-
kets, cooking-tins, a rifle or two, and
provisions ; while, bathed in the warm
glow of the cheerful fire, secure from
pursuit and comfortably housed from
the weather, the three men, with
greedy eyes, drank in the enchanting
vision of luxurious wealth, which
lay, bound in its neat wrappers, upon
the floor of the cave.
Not one of these men could be
classed with professional criminals.
Moriarity, perhaps, had several times
done some " fine work," but was
unknown in the strata of crime, and
was never seen in the society of
His attack upon Cummings could
be called his ddbut, just as Cummings'
late success could be looked on as his
first definite step within the portals
of outlawry and crime. Haight, as
an accessory to the robbery, had
hardly taken his first plunge. Some
time before this these same men, with
others, had planned an extensive
robbery on the same line, but
Moriarity weakened at the last
moment, and the whole thing fell
through. It was this incident which
caused Cummings to doubt his trust-
worthiness. Still, Moriarity had a
certain amount of bull courage, of
which Cummings was aware, and
if his palm was but crossed by the
almighty dollar he would be a valu-
able ally. For this reason Cum-
mings had taken him again into his
confidence. For some moments the
three men sat silently puffing their
pipes and picturing the delight dt
spending their ill-gotten booty, when
Cummings, rising from his seat,
placed the money on the table and
cut the strings which bound it
A hasty count revealed $53,000 in
currency and about $40,000 in bonds,
mortgage - deeds, and other uncon-
He had evidently fully considered
his plans, and without any previous
beating around the bush, proceeded
to execute them.
Opening a package of smaller bills
he divided it into three parts, giving
Haight and Moriarity each a share.
The remainder of the plunder he
THE DETECTIVE AND THE MESSENGER.
again divided into three portions,
and taking the larger one for himself,
proceeded to wrap it and tie it
securely ; his companions, taking
their cue from him, doing likewise.
" Boys," he then said, " as soon as
the robbery is discovered the com-
pany will turn hell itself upside down
to find it. Pinkerton will be on our
trail in forty-eight hours. The first
thing they will do will be to suspect
the messsenger. He will be arrested,
and while they are monkeying with
him we must get out of the way. I
told the poor devil I would write a
letter to some paper, I think I said the
Globe-Democrat, which would clear
him, but we must make ourselves safe
" Dan, you must get to Leaven-
worth, find Cook, and have him plant
what you have. Haight will go to
Chicago and know what to do, while
I — well — I am going south for my
Stopping abruptly.}. he drew his
revolver, and stepping up to Mori-
arity, placed the cold muzzle to his
temple. His eyes, cold as steel, and
sharp as an arrow, were fastened upon
Dan's very heart, and speaking with
terrible earnestness, he said :
'' Dan Moriarity, if ever you break
faith with me, I'll kill you like a cur,
so help me God ! "
Moriarity stood the ordeal without
flinching, and holding his right hand
above his head, took a solemn oath
never to betray, by word or deed, the
trust which had been placed in him.
Without another word each man
carefully placed his particular charge
securely about his person. Every
scrap of paper was gathered up, and,
after extinguishing the fire the three
men left the cave, and in the dawn of
the early morning descended to the
Hands were shaken, the last words
of advice given, and Cummings
plunged into the labyrinth of gullies
and underbrush, leaving his com-
panions each to pursue his own way,
Moriarity going west ; while Haight,
going east, sprang the fence, and
entering a thick patch of bushes,
brought out a horse, saddled and
bridled. "Mounting this he struck
into a quick canter across the country
towards St. Louis.
THE FIRST CLUE FOUND.
Mr. Pinkerton had passed an
anxious week. Never before had he
been so completely baffled. The
finding of the letter-heads with Bar-
rett's name written on them in
Fotheringham's trunk had quite
upset his theories. Yet the most
searching examination could find
nothing in the suspected messenger's
previous movements upon which to
fasten any connection with the rob-
The vast machinery of Pinkerton's
Detective Agency was at work all
over the country. His brightest and
keenest operatives had been brought
together in St. Louis, Kansas City,
'Leavenworth, and Chicago. False
clues were sprung every day, and run
down to a disappointed termination.
But all to no purpose. Outwitted
and baffled, Mr. Pinkerton was tread-
ing his apartment at the Southern
Hotel with impatient steps ; his brow
was wrinkled with thought and his
eyes heavy with loss of sleep. In his
vast and varied experience with
criminals, he had never yet met one
who had so completely covered his
tracks as this same Jim Cummings.
Of one thing he was satisfied, how-
ever, and that was, that no pro-
fessional criminal had committed the
robbery ; and again, that two or more
men were concerned in it.
In Fotheringham's description of
the robbery, he had mentioned hear-
ing an unusual noise in the fore part
of the car, as if someone were tapping
on the partition, and on examining
the car, the bell-cord was found to be
plugged. This showed an accomplice,
or perhaps more than one.
That it was not done by a pro*
THE FIRST CLUE FOUND.
fessional was clear, because Mr. Pin-
kerton, having the entire directory
and encyclopaedia of crime and crimi-
nals at his fingers' end, knew of no
one who would have gone about the
affair as this man Cummings had
As everything else has its system,
and each system has its followers, so
robbery has its method, and each
method its advocates and prac-
titioners. This is so assuredly the
fact that the detective almost instantly
recognises the hand which did the
work by the manner in which the
work was done.
This particular robbery was unique.
An express-car had never been looted
in this manner before. "Therefore,"
said Mr. Pinkerton, " it was done by
a new man, and although this new
man had the nerve, brains and
shrewdness necessary to successfully
terminate his plans, yet he will lack
the cunning and experience of an old
hand in keeping clear of the detec-
tives and the law, and will do some
one thing which will put us upon his
He had just arrived at this com-
forting conclusion when an impatient
rap was heard on the door, followed
almost instantly by Mr. Damsel
opening it and entering the room.
In his hand he held a letter, and,
full of excitement, he waved it over
his head, as he said :
" He has written a letter."
A gleam of satisfaction was in Mr,
Pinkerton's eye as he took the paper
from Mr. Damsel, but his manner
was entirely void of excitement, and
his voice was calm and even, as he
" I expected he would do some-
thing of that sort."
Mr. Damsel — his excitement some-
what allayed by the nonchalant man-
ner with which the detective had
received the news — seated himself on
Mr. Pinkerton read the letter care-
It was headed " St. Joe, Missouri,"
and addressed to the editor of St.
Louis Globe- Democrat ; and a large
number of sheets, closely written in a
back-hand, was signed " Yours truly,
Jim Cummings." It stated, in sub-
stance, that the robbery had been
carefully planned some time before
the occurrence. That entrance had
THE GREAT ADAMS EXPRESS ROBBERY
been gained to the express-car by the
presentation of a forged order from
Route Agent Barrett, and that
Fotheringham was entirely innocent
of the entire affair.
The letter related minutely all
that occurred from the time the train
left St. Louis until it reached Pacific.
It told how the messenger was
attacked, gagged, and bound, and, in
fact, was such a complete expose 'of the
robbery that Mr. Pinkerton laid it
down with an incredulous smile,
"Nothing to that, Mr. Damsel.
That letter was not written by the
robber, but is a practical joke, played
by someone who gleaned all his
information from the newspapers."
" Indeed !" responded Mr. Damsel ;
" then what do you say to this ? " And
he handed Mr. Pinkerton two pieces
of calendered white paper, showing
the seals of the Adams Express Com-
pany upon it, the strings cut, but the
paper still retaining the form of an
Surprised and puzzled, Mr. Pinker-
ton saw they were the original wrap-
pings of the $30,000 and $12,000
packages which had been taken from
the safe by the robber. The addresses
were still on the paper, and Mr.
Damsel, in a most emphatic tone,
"I'm prepared to swear that they
Mr. Pinkerton, still silent, re-read
the letter, carefully weighing each
word, and this time finishing it.
He came to one paragraph, which
" Now to prove these facts * * * *
I took my gun, a Smith & Wesson,
No. 32, and billy, and put in with
them the remaining copies of the
letters we had practised on, and
checked the package in the St. Louis
Union Depot, under the initials
J. M. Now if you want a good little
gun and billy, go and get out the
packages checked to J. M. in the
Union Depot, October 25th ; there
are probably seventy-five or eighty
cents charges on it by this time, but
the gun alone is worth $10. Also,
if you want a double-barrelled shot-
gun, muzzle-loader, go along the
bank of the Missouri River, on the
north side, about a mile below St.
Charles Bridge, and about twenty feet
along the bank, just east of that dyke
THE FIRST CLUE FOUND.
that runs out into the river, and you
will find in a little gully a shot-gun
and a musket. Be careful. I left
them both loaded with buckshot, and
caps on the tubes. They were laying,
wrapped up in an oil-cloth, with
some weeds thrown over them. Also
down on the river, just below the
guns, I left my skiff and a lot of
stuff, coffee-pot, skillet, and partially
concealed, just west of the skiff, you
will find a box of grub, coffee, bacon,
etc. I came down the river in a skiff
Tuesday night, October 2b-2j, from
a point opposite Labodie. It is a run
of thirty-five or thirty-six miles.
They should all be there unless
someone found them before you got
Mr. Pinkerton, ; n a brown study,
tapping the table with his fingers,
sat for some moments. Rising
abruptly, he placed his hat on his
head, and requesting Mr. Damsel to
follow, left the room. In a short
time he was in the Union Depot, and
stepping up to the clerk in the parcel-
room, asked for a package which had
been left there October 25th, marked
brought forward a parcel tied in a
"This is marked J. M., and was left
here October 25th."
"That is the one," said Mr
Pinkerton, and paying the charges
hastened back to the hotel.
In spite of his habitual calmness
and sang-froid, Mr. Pinkerton 's
hand trembled as he cut the* string.
As the paper was unwrapped, both
men gave an exclamation of surprise
and joy, for disclosed to view was a
revolver, a billy, some shirts and
" At last ! " cried Mr. Pinkerton,
and he eagerly scanned the various
articles. The revolver was an ordi-
nary self-cocking Smith & Wesson.
The billy was the sort called " life-
preservers." The Adams Express
letter-heads were covered with the
names "J. B. Barrett" and "W H.
Damsel." Mr. Pinkerton passed
these to his companions.
" They are pretty fair forgeries.
Hang me, if it don't look as though
I had written that name myself! "
The detective all this time was
" J. M.," stating that he had lost nis 1 scrutinising each article, hoping to
cuket. After some search, the clerk^i find something new.
THE GREAT ADAMS EXPRESS ROBBERY,
With the papers he took out a
printed ballad-sheet of the kind sold
on the streets by newsboys and
fakirs. Turning it over, he saw
The handwriting was the same as
the handwriting of the letter. The
something written on it, and looking ' first clue had been found.
George Bingham, or as he was
familiarly called, " Chip " Bingham,
was the youngest operative in Mr.
Pinkerton's service. His talents in
the detective line ranged considerably
higher than did the general run of
his associates. Possessing an ana-
lytical mind, he could take the effect,
and, by logical conclusions, retrace
its path to the fundamental cause,
and, following this principle, he had
made many valuable discoveries in
mystery-shrouded cases, and had
many times picked the end of a clue
from a seemingly hopeless snarl, and
ravelled the entire mesh of circum-
stantial evidence, and made from it
a strong cord of substantiated facts.
Mr. Pinkerton had early recognised
this talent, and having besides a
peculiar attachment to the handsome
young fellow, he frequently placed
delicate and intricate cases into his
hands, always with good results. It
was for Chip, then, he sent, when he
had finished his examination of the
Mr. Damsel, his mind somewhat
freed from the trouble and worry it
had carried since the robbery, had
left Mr. Pinkerton alone and returned
to his office.
Chip, on receipt of his superior's
message, immediately repaired to
Room 84. His downcast counte'
nance and disappointed air told
of fruitless endeavours to catch
even the slightest real clue. Kj
said nothing as he entered the ruo;;i,
but vvitU a gesture of hopeless failure
THE GREAT ADAMS EXPRESS ROBBERY
he sank into a chair and awaited his
" Chip, I've got a starter."
With an indulgent smile Chip
nodded his head, but failed to ex-
hibit any extraordinary interest.
Mr. Pinkerton's eyes twinkled. He
understood the situation, but time
was valuable, and he could not waste
any in humorous by-play So
without further parleying he handed
Chip the tell-tale letter.
The young detective, almost from
the first word, put the letter down
as a practical joke, perpetrated on
the newspaper, but as the missive
progressed he became interested, and
when he had reached that portion
which told of the package, every fibre
of his detective instinct was alive,
and Mr. Pinkerton had no need of
pointing to the precious parcel as
corroborative evidence that the letter
In an instant Chip was examining
the contents. Every portion of the
revolver, billy, and letterheads was
searched with deepest scrutiny. The
printed sheet of ballad music was
picked up, the verses read, and the
An exclamation burst from his lips
as his eye caught the words, written
in lead pencil, " Chestnut
Street," and placing it beside the
letter, he saw it was written by the
same hand. " The devil ! Here is
a starter ! "
His face glowed with animation,
his eyes had the alert look of a
hound on a hot scent, and carefully
noting the number in his memo-
randum book, without waiting in-
structions from Mr. Pinkerton, he
picked up his hat and hurriedly left
Mr. Pinkerton, in full sympathy
with his subordinate, lit a cigar, and
settled back for a comfortable smoke
until Chip made his report.
Chip, regaining the street, engaged
a hack standing near the hotel, and
stopping it a short distance from
the number he wanted on Chestnut
Street, walked the remaining distance
to the house.
A sign, " Board by the week or
day," and another one, " Furnished
rooms to let," showed it to be an
ordinary boarding-house. Chip had
fully decided within himself, during
the ride, that the men who had left
CHIP ' ' BINGHA M.
the parcel had also left St. Louis.
While it was not so much an im-
probability that the men would still
be in the city, it was far more pro-
bable that they would put some dis-
tance between themselves and the
scene of their exploit.
For this reason Chip decided that
a plain course would result in no
unfortunate mishap or premature
flushing of the game.
Ascending the steps, he rang the
The landlady of the house herself
opened the door.
Before Chip could speak, she said :
" You're a detective, aren't you ? "
"Yes," said Chip, somewhat sur-
prised, and regretted immediately that
he had not made his entrance in a
more detective-like manner.
"I've been expecting some of you.
You want to know about those two
men that stopped with me a short
time before the 'Frisco express rob-
bery ? "
Seeing at once that he was con-
versing with a more than ordinary
shrewd individual, Chip replied,
" That's just what I'm here for. But
why do you a?k that question ? "
" Well, I suspicioned something
was wrong with them two men.
They came here on the fifteenth of
October, and paid me a week's board
in advance. They kept their room
almost all the time, and when I went
in to clean it, I saw a l©t of railroad
time-tables and maps scattered around.
One of them was always in the room.
It was never left alone. A week
before the robbery the smaller man
left, he said for Kansas City, and the
larger man told me if a letter came to
the house, directed to Williams, that
it is for him. Well, on the Friday
before the robbery such a letter did
come, and the big man, after reading
it, said he had to go to Kansas City
at once, but he didn't leave the house
until Monday, and the next day the
" Can you give me a description of
the men ? "
The landlady thereupon gave a full
description of the larger man, which
Chip carefully inserted in his note-
book, and recognised as the same
given by Fotheringham of his assail-
ant ^on that memorable night. But
her description of the smaller of the
two was somewhat yague, as sh«
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(aid he was only in the house a short
time, and she saw very little of him.
" May I go up to the room ? "
" Yes ; come this way."
Entering the room, the first thing
which met the detective's eye was a
bottle containing some sort of lini-
ment, having on it a label of a neigh-
bouring druggist. In a closet a pair of
drawers Were found, and, with the
dark brown stain below the knee, was
almost identical to that which Chip
had found on the railroad track, and
which the robber had thrown from
the express car. Not satisfied with
this, Chip ripped up the carpet, and
as a reward for his labour found an
express tag, or rather a portion of-
one, for the tag was torn in two
pieces. On the tag Chip read the
portion of an address, " arity,"
and below, " worth, Kansas.''
Further questioning of the garrulous
landlady gained a description of the
valise which the larger man carried
away with him. It tallied with the
description given by Fotheringham
of the valise into which Jim Cum-
mings had put the stolen money
Gathering his trophies together,
Chip bid hi? talkative lady friend
good-day, and immediately bent his
steps toward the drug store from
which had come the bottle of
No ; the druggist could not recol-
lect what particular person had
bought that bottle, but if the young
man would call on Doctor B , he
could probably ascertain the fact from
him, as the liniment was put up from
the Doctor's prescription.
Chip, in a short time, was ushered
into the Doctor's presence.
Yes ; the Doctor not only recollected
the man, but gave a very close de-
scription of him. The man had come
to him, suffering from a bad bruise on
the leg below the knee. Nothing
serious, but so painful that it caused
him to limp. He had made ©ut the
prescription of the unguent which the
bottle had contained, and the man had
paid for it. But he gave no name,
nor said in what manner he had
received the injury.
Chip, satisfied with his work, left
the physician, and whistling for his
jehu, drove back to the hotel.
That the large man who had
boarded with the landlady at — Chest-
nut Street, and had bought and used
• ' CHIP ' ' BINGHA M.
the ointment, was identical with Jim
Cumming>. the express robber, Chip
had not the shadow of a doubt. The
smaller man \va;, of course, hi:- accom-
plice. He had seen wIkto the men
had secreted themselves a week before
the robbery — he was even pretty cer-
tain of their movements during that
time, but the question was, Where nad
they gone after the deed was com-
mitted? Who and where was the
accomplice ? What other men had
aided and abetted them in the
scheme ? With his mind full of
these perplexing queries he sought
Mr. Pinkerton s room, and laid be-
fore him the result of his search.
Mr Pinkerton listened attentively,
and picking up the torn express tag,
examined it carefully.
It was a port-ion of an ordinary tag,
such as is used bv the Adams Express
It had been torn about the middle.
The strings were still on it. From
its appearance it had been addressed,
and the person, not satisfied with his
work, had torn it in two and thrown
it on the floor, from which it had
probably been swept in a corner, and
eventually got under the edge of the
carpet, where Chip had found it. It
\o r i ty
On the reverse side in faint pen-
cilled characters were the words : " it
to Cook." From the blurred appear-
ance it was evident that a rubber had
been used to erase them. These
words had escaped Chip's notice, but
as soon as Mr. Pinkerton saw them
he said :
"I see it all, Chip ; I see it all. A
message was written on the tag, prob-
ably giving some instructions, such as
'Send it to Cook,' or 'Give it to
Cook,' and the person sending it
changing his mind about writing his
instructions, so openly tried to erase
the words with a rubber, but failing
to do so tore the tag up and addressed
"The package to which this was
to have been tied was sent to
some man whose name ends in
'ority, and who was in Leaven-
worth, Kansas. We can find that
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out to-morrow, so turn in and get
The next morning the books of the
Company were overhauled, and after
a long, patient, and careful search k
was found that on October 23rd, two
days before the robbery, a valise had
been expressed to a Daniel Moriarity
Leavenworth, Kansas, charges pre-
paid, by a man named John Wil-
That evening Chip left St. Louis
for Leavenworth, and Mr. Pinkerton
returned to Chicago.
About the middle of November,
after the now famous express robbery
had taken place, a man, roughly
dressed in a coarse suit of blue, wear-
ing a woollen shirt open at the neck,
and, knotted around his throat, a
gaudy silk handkerchief, was strolling
leisurely along the east bottoms near
Kansas City. His face was tanned
by exposure to the sun, and his shoes
had the flattened and battered con-
dition which is the natural conse-
quence of a long and weary tramp.
He walked as if he had no particular
objective point, and looked like one
of those peripatetic gentry who toil
not neither do they spin — the genus
"tramp." He complacently puffed a
short clay nose-warmer, wilh his
hands in his pockets, and taking first
one side and then the other of the
ro*d, as his fancy dictated, found
himself near the old distillery at the
outskirts of the city.
A saloon near at hand, with its
front door invitingly open, attracted
his attention, and the cheering
sounds of a violin, scraping out some
popular air, gave a further impetus
to inclination, and the tramp turned
to the open door and entered.
Seated on an empty barrel, his foot
executing vigorous time to his own
music, sat the musician of the horse-
Leaning against the bar, or seated
at the small tables scattered around,
the tramp saw a goodly number of
the disciples of Bacchus, while from
an inner room the clicking of ivory
chips and half suppressed expressions
of " I'll see you an' go you tenner
better." "A full house Pat, what
'er ye got ?" designated the altar at
THE GREAT ADAMS EXPRESS ROBBERY.
which the worshippers of " draw
poker" were offering sacrifices.
The saloon consisted of one long,
low room, on one side of which was
located the conventional bar, with
its background of glittering decanters
and dazzling glasses and its " choice
assortment of liquors " — to quote the
sign which called attention to these
A large stove stood in the centre
of the room, and a number of small
tables were placed around promis-
cuously. The bar-tender, a smooth-
faced, beetle-browed rascal, was en-
gaged in shaking dice for the drinks
with a customer, and to the music
of the violin a light-footed Irishman
was executing his national jig, to the
great delight and no small edification
of his enthusiastic audience.
The wide sombreros, perched back
on the head, pointed out the cow-
boys who were making up for the lone-
some days and nights on the plains.
It was a motley crowd, a fair speci-
men of the heterogeneous mass of
humanity which floats hither and
thither all over our Western States,
and contained some villainous-look-
As the tramp entered, the interest
in the jig was developing into enthu-
siasm. Hands were clapped and
fingers snapped to the time of the
nimble heels and toes of the jaunty
Corkonian. The violinist was just
settling down to vigorous work, and
Pat, having the incentive of antici-
pated free drinks as a reward for his
efforts, was executing the most in-
tricate of steps.
The tramp lounged to the bar,
followed by the suspicious glance of
the bar-keeper, who assumed a more
respectful demeanour as the object
of his suspicions threw down a silver
quarter and named his drink. It
was quickly furnished and as quickly
disposed of. The dancer had finished
his jig and accepted with alacrity the
proffered offers to wet his whistle.
As he stepped to the bar his glance
fell upon the tramp.
" Are ye drinkin' this aivenin'? "
" I am that," responded the tramp.
" Faith, an' it's not at yer own ex-
pinse, then," with a glance at the
ragged clothing and " hard-up " ap-
pearance of the wanderer.
" An' a divil sight less at yours,"
retorted the tramp. " But by the
same token, we both get our rosy by
manes of our heels."
" Shure fer ye, lad. It's hard-up
I've been myself before the now, but
it's a cold day when Barney O'Hara
will let a bog-trotter go dry. Name
"It's the rale ould stuff I'll be a
takin' straight," and the tramp
spread his elbows on the counter,
and soon demonstrated his ability
to gulp down the fiery fluid without
any such effeminate trimmings as
water in it. After the first glass had
been emptied the tramp said :
" I've had a bit of luck to-day ;
what's your medicine ?"
" The same," responded Barney.
The liquor was poured into the
glasses, and the tramp, diving deep
in his pockets, drew out some small
silver currency, and, with a move-
ment expressive of untold wealth,
threw it on the counter.
As he did so the bar keeper
uttered an oath of astonisnment,
several of the roysterers sprang for-
ward, and Barney, with an exclama-
tion of amazement, put his hand on
a Pinkerton detective star, with its
terrible eye in the centre, which had
fallen on the counter with the nickels
and dimes the tramp had thrown down.
Dark looks and murderous eyes
were turned on the tramp, and more
than one hand was placed on a re-
volver. The bar -keeper, with an
ugly look and bullying swagger,
stepped from behind the bar and
advanced on the tramp, his face
distorted with rage, and his fists
doubled in a most aggressive manner.
The tramp, without moving, and
apparently ignorant of the sensation
he had created, raised his glass to his
lips, and with a hearty " Here's to ye,
lads !" tossed off the whisky.
As he replaced his glass he be-
came aware that he was the centre
of attention, and facing the bar-
keeper said :
" What's the row with ye ? I paid
fer the drinks."
"What are you doin' with a detec-
tive's star ?" said the bar-keeper.
" Haven't I a right to one ? I
dunno — finders keepers, losers weep-
ers. I picked the bit of brass up
on the road, not over an hour ago."
The bar-keeper was not to be
pacified by such a story, and in a
threatening voice he asked :
THE GREAT ADAMS EXPRESS ROBBERY.
" Are you a man-hunter or not ?"
The tramp threw a pitying glance
3f scorn at the pugilistic whisky-
seller, as he replied :
" Be gorra, ye damned fool, do you
think that I'd be after givin' myself
away like this if I was one ? "
" In course ye wouldn't," broke in
Barney. " Don't be a fool, Jerry ; this
man is no detective," and Barney
fastened the star to the vest which
encircled the portly form of the bar-
" Now ye're one yerself, an' will
be after runnin' us all in fer not
detectin' enough of the elegant liquor
To this the man could make no
reply, save a deep, hoarse laugh, and
resuming his professional position,
was shortly engaged in alleviating
the thirst of his patrons.
This little episode had just oc-
curred, when the door of the inner
room was thrown violently open, and
a man, his coat off, rushed up to the
" Here, Jerry, break this fifty for
me," at the same time throwing
down a fifty -dollar bill, crisp and
"You're playin' in bad luck to-day,
"Yes, damn it," said Cook. "Give
me a drink for good luck."
As the bar-keeper uttered the
name of Cook, a quick but hardly
perceptible glance of intelligence
passed between Barney and the
Cook hastily swallowed his whisky,
rushed back to the poker table with
a handful of five-dollar bills, and
quiet reigned over the place. The
bar-keeper, who spied a pesdble good
customer in the tramp, had entered
into a little conversation at the end
of the counter on which the tramp
leaned, the embodiment of solid com-
fort, puffing his cigar vigorously, or
allowing it to burn itself out in little
rings of smoke.
" You're a stranger to these parts ?"
With an expressive wink the
tramp replied :
" Not so much as ye think. I've
spint many a noight around here."
" Night hawk, eh ? an' I took you
for a man-trailer."
"I've had the spalpeens after me-
self afore now," spoke the tramp, in
a low, confidential whisper.
" You keep yourself devilish low,
then, for I know all the lads, and it's
the first time I've clapped these two
eyes on you."
" Do ye think I mane to let the fly
cops put their darbies on me, that I
should be noisin' around in the broad
" You're too fly for them, I see,"
said the bar-keeper, with a sagacious
shake of his head. " You an' Barney
are a pair."'
" Barney ? Ye mane the Irish lad
that was just here a bit ago ?"
'' The same. He's square. He's
one of you."
The tramp leaned forward, his eyes
fastened on the bloodshot eyes of the
drink-compounder. and in an earnest
tone asked :
"Is he a bye that could crack a
plant with the loikes o' me ?"
Impressed with the tone and man-
ner of the tramp, the bar-keeper
gazed quickly around the room, and
in a still lower tone replied :
" He's on a lay himself. Would
you like to go his pal ?"
The tramp slowly nodded his head,
and after receiving the whispered in-
vitation to come around later, strolled
out of the saloon, and so on up the road.
Turning a corner he nearly ran
against Barney himself, who was sit-
ting on a horse-block, enjoying a
pipe and the sun.
Not a soul was in sight. Satisfy-
ing himself of that fact, Barney gazed
at the tramp and said :
" By Jove, Chip, I thought you
were a goner when that confounded
star fell out !"
Chip gave a deep sigh of relief,
and taking off his hat, pointed to
the perspiration which moistened the
" Don't that look as though I
thought so too, Sam ? "
" How in the name of all that's
lovely did you happen to be so
" That's what it was — sheer care-
lessness. I suffered, though, for it.
It would have been all up with me if
the gang had not been so deucedly
stupid. That Jerry is a villain, and
no mistake. I told him that I was a
profesh, and he told me you were
another, and had a plan to do some
fine work, without asking permission
of the owners. So I am to meet him
again to-night, and see if you will
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not take me as your pal. You have
your cue, and will know how to act."
" Chip, did you notice that man
Cook ? "
" You mean, did I notice the fifty-
dollar bill he threw down ? "
" Well, both."
" Seems to me he didn't look like
a man that ought to be carrying fifty-
dollar bills around so recklessly "
" He's a cooper, runs that little
shop over there, and hasn't done a
stroke of work for a month."
The cooper shop pointed out by
Sam was a small frame building",
with the sign, "Oscar Cook — Barrels
and Kegs," painted over the door. It
was a tumbled-down, rickety affair,
evidently having seen its best days.
Chip surveyed it intently, then
turning to Sam, inquired :
" That express tag had on it some-
thing about a man named Cook,
didn't it ? "
" Yes, the words, 'it to Cook.' "
" Supposing that Dan Moriarity,
whom we now know had some con-
nection with the robbery, had taken
the valise which was sent from St.
Louis to Leavenworth, had obeyed
the order— for it was evidently an
order which was written on the tag —
and given 'it to Cook,' it would be
fair to infer that the Cook mentioned
had some hand in the pudding, too,
and ought to be pretty flush about
" You mean "
" No, I don't mean that the Cook
over in the saloon playing poker and
the Cook mentioned on the tag are
the same person, but we found no
Dan Moriarity or Cook in Leaven-
worth but what was above suspicion,
and I think that the men who were
smart enough to plan and carry out
a robbery such as this was, would be
shrewd enough to take every possible
precaution against discovery. I mean
that neither Moriarity or Cook are
Leavenworth people, and, for all we
kr.oiv to the contrary, may live here
in Kansas City."
As Liiip finished speaking, a man
appeared at the front of the cooper
shop, and unlocking the door, entered.
" There is Cook, now," said Sam,
making a movement as if to rise.
With a motion of the hand Chip
cautioned him to remain where he
was, and with lazy steps lounged
towards the shop.
CAPTURE AND RESCUE.
The White Elephant was a large
gambling-hall in Kansas City, situ-
ated on one of the principal thorough-
fares. It was centrally located, and
night after night the brilliant lights
and crowded tables bore witness to
its rushing business.
On this evening the tiger was out
with all its claws. Rouge-et-noir,
roulette, faro, keno, and stud-poker
were going in full blast. The pro-
prietor, his elegant diamonds flashing
in the light, was seated on a raised
platform, from whence he could
survey the entire company — his face,
impassive as marble and unreadable
as the sphinx, was turned toward
the faro lay-out, which this evening
appeared to be the centre of attrac-
Among the players sat one whose
tall form and athletic frame would
have been noticeable under any cir-
cumstances, but was now more so, as
it towered above his fellow-gamesters
who crowded around the table.
Before him lay a high pile of chips.
He played with the nonchalant air of
one who was there merely to pass
away a vacant hour, but his stakes
were high and he played every shot.
His calm, impassioned countenance
bore the unmistakable stamp of the
professional gambler, and, serene as a
quiet mill-pond, tn bore his losses or
pocketed his winnings with the envi-
able sang-froid which results from a
long and intimate acquaintance with
the green-baized table.
Every night for a week had this
THE GREAT ADAMS EXPRESS ROBBERY.
man occupied the same seat, and with
tareless imperturbability had mulcted
the bank of several thousands.
Rieley, the proprietor, himself one
of the coolest dare-devil gamblers in
the West, had recognised a kindred
spirit, but to all advances and efforts
to make his acquaintance the
stranger had turned a cool shoulder,
and his identity was still a matter of
Rieley was watching him closely
this evening — so intently, indeed, that
the stranger, with a look of annoy-
ance, swept the chips into his hat,
and, stepping up to the banker, cashed
them in and walked out of the room.
As he emerged from the door he
came in violent contact with a man
" I beg your pardon."
"Not at by Jove! Moriarity,
you here too ? "
"Blest if it isn't Jim!"
" Hush ! you fool ; speak lower."
" Been up bucking the tiger ? "
"I've been making a damned fool
of myself. Rieley watched me too
close for comfort, and I am going to
" When ? "
"None of your business. 1 want
you to come with me to-night. 1
must see Cook."
"Don't do it, Jim; Pink'erton's men
are as thick as blackberries. You
will run into one of them if you
don't lay low."
" No danger for me. One of them
has a room next to mine at the hotel,
and I played billiards with him this
"You're a cool one, Jim. Too
cool. It will get you into trouble
"Damn your croaking, man ! Do
you show the white feather now ?"
" Not I. I only warned you."
" Well, put a clapper to your jaw,
and come along."
Boarding a street car, the men
stood on the front platform smoking
during the long ride to the terminus
of the road.
Leaving the car, they plunged
through the darkness over the same
path trod by the tramp earlier in the
The dark form of the distillery
loomed up ahead of them, gloomy
Overhead not a star was to be seen,
CAPTURE AND RESCUE.
and save an occasional drunkard
staggering home, the two men were
alone on the road.
A short distance beyond the dis-
tillery the cooper-shop squatted be-
side the street, and the dim nicker of
a candle cast its pitiful light through
the dirt-encrusted window.
As Moriarity and Cummings
stepped from the shadow of the dis-
tillery, an indistinct form stole be-
hind them, and keeping just within
sight, followed the two men as they
wended their lonely way to Cook's
Disdaining all attempts at conceal-
ment, Cummings rapped loudly on
The sound of clinking glasses was
heard, and a voice, heavy and thick,
growled out, " Come in."
A vigorous shove opened the door,
and Cummings was about to step in-
side, but at the sight of another man,
a ragged tramp, drinking with Cook,
he stopped short.
" Come in, b'hoy, come in ;
d-d-don't keep the d-d-door open ;
come right in," stuttered Cook, too
drunk to speak intelligibly.
The tramp, elevating his glass
above his head, with an inviting
gesture, shouted the words of the old
drinking song :
" Drink, puppy, drink, let every puppy drink
That's old enough to stand and to swallow, [hound,
For we'll pass the bottle round, when we've become a
And merrily we'll drink and we'll hallo."
Cook attempted to join in the
chorus, but his voice failed him, his
head sank down upon his breast, and
in a drunken stupor he rolled from
his seat, prone upon the ground.
The tramp, rising to his feet, stag-
gered to the side of his companion,
and steadying himself with the aid
of a chair, made futile attempts to
raise his comrade to a perpendicular
position. His knees bent under him,
the chair fell from his unsteady
grasp, and murmuring, " We'll pass
the bottle round," he lurched for-
ward, and falling across the recum-
bent Cook, passed from the worship
of Bacchus to the arms of Morpheus,
seemingly dead drunk.
With a bitter curse of rage Cum-
mings stepped forward, and with
rough hands separated the boon
companions, thrusting the tramp
without ceremony under the table,
Moriarity in the meantime shaking
Cook in vain attempts to rouse him
from his maudlin stupor Cook,
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however, was too far " under the in-
fluence " to be aroused, and to the
vigorous skakings and punchings
would respond only with a hiccough
and part of the refrain " puppies
Cummings, in a towering rage at
finding Cook in such a helpless con-
dition, paced the small shop with im-
patient tread, all the time pouring
imprecations upon Cook's devoted
head. A sudden turn in his short
beat brought him facing the window,
and flattened against the dirty pane
was the face of a man gazing intently
into the room.
Another second and the face had
Cummings stopped abruptly at
the sight of the apparition, his face
became livid, and a shade of terror
flashed across his countenance. It
was but an instant, though, that he
stood thus, and calling to Moriarity
to follow, he- dashed through the
door, drawing his ready revolver
from his side coat-pocket at the
same time, and catching a fleeting
glimpse of a flying shadow, sped
Moriarity, somewhat dazed at the
unexpected turn of affairs, had risen
j to his feet, and stood blankly gazing
j at the open door, not comprehending
what had occurred. A movement
| made by the pseudo tramp caused
| him to turn around, and he was
j gazing straight into the open barrel
of a dangerous-looking revolver, held
by a steady hand ; and cool, daring
eyes were glancing over the shining
barrel, as a voice, decided and com-
manding, said :
" Hands out, Dan Moriarity ; I
Chip, as he was stretched on the
floor feigning drunkenness, had kept
his ears open, although obliged to
keep his eyes closed.
The single candle which lit the
room furnished light too indistinct
for him to see the faces of the two
visiters, and as he acted his character
of the drunken man, he cudgelled his
brains to account for their visit.
The sudden disappearance of Cum-
mings, and his calling out, "Moriarity,
follow me," cleared the mystery.
He comprehended the situation at
While he did not know it was Jim
Cummings that had been in tho
CAPTURE AND RESCUE.
room, his mind with lightning speed
grouped the torn express tag, the
words " it to Cook," the man Cook,
who lav beside him drunk, the fifty-
dollar bill which he had changed at
the bar-room, together with Dan
Moriarity ; and quick to reach his
conclusions, he saw that it was the
Moriarity he wanted, accompanied
by someone who had come to see
Half opening his eyes, he saw that
Moriarity was standing up, non-
plussed at something, and instantly he
drew his revolver ; and as Moriarity
turned around, covered him and
ordered him to hold out his
Staggered again the second time
by seeing a ragged tramp, who a few
seconds before was stretched at his
feet in a drunken slumber, now erect,
perfectly sober, and having the drop
on him, Moriarity became :r..ore be-
wildered, and passively held out his
The sharp click of steel handcuffs
brought the dazed man to his senses,
but too late.
He opened his mouth to cry for
aid, but a strong hand was laid on
his wind-pipe and the cry died before
it was born.
The cold barrel of the revolver
against his ear, and the detective's
" shut up or I'll shoot," was too
strong an argument to combat, and
Moriarity submitted to being pushed
hurriedly from the room into the
open air and dark night.
Chip was beginning to congratu-
late himself on the important capture
he had made, and with his hand on his
captive's collar, and his revolver to
his ear, was moving towards the
centre of the street, when a whistling
" swish " was heard, and the dull
thud of a slung-shot on the detec-
tive's head followed, and, every
muscle relaxed, he sank a senseless
mass in the dust of the road.
" Help me pick him up," said
Cummings, " and be quick about it,
there's another beak around."
1 " I can't. I've got his darbies on."
Cummings stooped down, and lift-
ing Chip in his arms, walked rapidly
down the road towards the river.
"What are you going to do with
" Chuck him through the ice. He
i knows too much."
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With the senseless man in his
arms, Cummings hurried forward,
nor paused until he reached the
The weather had been piercingly
cold for a week, although no snow
had fallen, and the river was frozen
solid from bank to bank.
To this fact Chip owed his life.
When the train robber came to the
ice, he sounded it with his heel. It
was solid and firm, not even an air-
hole to be seen.
Baffled in his murderous designs,
he debated for a second whether it
would not be the best thing to leave
the detective on the ice, and let him
freeze to death, but the publicity of
the place, its proximity to the city,
and the risk of having been shadowed
by the man whom he had caught
gazing through the window, caused
him to think of some secure
place wherein to put the senseless
Chip. He first searched the wounded
man's pockets, and, finding the
key, released the handcuffs from
The latter, seeing Cummings hesi-
Late, and divining the cause, said in
a questioning voice :
" Why not take him to the
widow's, Jim ? "
" I would a damned sight rather
put him through the ice, but it's too
thick for me. Do you think we can
carry him between us ?"
" It would never do to let people
see us two with a dead man between
" Then you must go up town and
get a hack."
Moriarity turned back t© the shore,
and climbing the bank, hurried in
the direction of the city.
Left alone with his victim, the des-
perado bent over him, placing his
hand on Chip's heart. It beat
steadily, though not strongly, and
Cummings experienced a feeling of
relief when he felt the regular pul-
He had never yet shed blood, and
his first passion having died out, he
was glad that the thick ice had de-
feated his first purpose.
The stunned detective stirred, the
cold, crisp air was reviving him, and
Cummings, his better nature asserting
itself, hastily doffed his overcoat and
threw it over the recumbent form
of his captive.
CAPTURE AA'D RESCUE.
It was not very long before the
noise of carriage wheels were heard,
and Moriarity, running out on the
ice, assisted Cummings in carrying
Chip to the land, and placed him in
the carriage, which he had caught on
the way to town.
The driver, who had been told
that " one of the boys had got more
than he could carry," did not concern
himself to investigate too closely,
and having received his order, drove
briskly from the scene.
The darkness and open country
gave way to gaslights and paved
streets, over which the carriage
rattled at a lively pace. Turning into
a side street, Dan pulled the check-
strap, and the carriage turned to the
curb and stopped.
The detective, still unconscious,
was lifted out, the driver paid and
dismissed, and the two men, bearing
Chip between them, entered a dark,
Proceeding up this for some dis-
tance, they entered the low door of
a basement, and placed their still
insensible burden on the floor.
The damp, mouldy smell of an
underground room filled the air, and
but for a slender beam of light which
flashed beneath an adjoining door the
place was dark as night.
Softly stealing to the door, Mori-
arity applied his ear to the key-hole,
and hearing no sounds within, gave
a peculiar double rap on the panel.
Receiving no answer he cautiously
opened the door and disclosed a small
square room, having a low ceiling,
and lighted by a single low-burning
On the walls hung a large astrono-
mical map, showing the solar system,
and divided with the girdle of the
zodiac into its various constellations.
A grinning skull, mounted' on a
black pedestal, stood on a small table
in the centre of the room, and on
shelves against the wall were ' ranged
a number of curiously-shaped bottles ;
it was, in fact, the divining room
of a professional fortune-teller.
The room was vacant when Mori-
arity opened the door, but as he
threw it back a small bell was
Almost instantly heavy curtains
which hung opposite the door were
pushed aside, and the fortune-teller
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Advancing with stately strides,
her tall form erect and her hands
clasped before her, she fastened a pair
of cruel, glittering eyes on Moriarity,
and in a deep voice asked :
" Why this intrusion at this late
hour ? "
" Oh ! drop that stuff, Nance ; it
won't go down with us ; we're no
gulls to have pretty things told us
by giving you a dollar."
Recognising her visitor, Nance, in
her natural tone, inquired sharply :
" What do you want at this time
of night ? "
" In the first place, we want you to
keep your mouth shut. In the next
place, you must find a place for a
man we've got here, and keep him
for a while."
" You're a loving nephew, you are,
Dan Moriarity. Oh ! you come
around and see you're old aunt when
you're up to some devilment, I'm
Moriarity, not deigning to reply
to this speech, had gone back to his
companion, and now returned with the
form of the detective between them.
" My God ! you haven't killed
him, Dan ? "
" He has a pretty sore head, I
reckon, but nothing worse. Take
Following Nance, the men carried
Chip behind the curtain, through
another room, and ascended a flight
Nance threw open a door, and
Chip was placed upon a bed. The
room was sumptuously, even ele-
gantly, furnished. Pictures adorned
the walls, a heavy carpet deadened
the sound of the feet, and rich
curtains kept back the too-inquisi-
Chip, wounded and insensible,
was in the house of the " widow,"
the rendezvous of a daring band of
robbers and the birthplace of many
a dashing raid or successful bank
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The dark shadow that had followed
Cummings and Moriarity from the
distillery to Cook's cooper-shop was
none other than the assumed
Barney O'Hara, who had aired his
heels so jauntily in the saloon that
Watching on the outside while
Chip was working Cook, he had
spotted and shadowed the two men
as they came down the road.
The careless exposure of his face
to Cummings through the window
was the cause of the latter's sudden
attempt to catch him.
His nimble heels again stooa him
in good stead, and in the darkness
he easily eluded his pursuer.
Cummings gave up the chase, and
returning just in time, had stopped
Chip's success by knocking him
down with a slung-shot and carry-
ing him off.
When Barney, or rather Sam,
returned to renew his investigation,
he found the shop empty, save the
Thinking his late pursuer and
his companion had taken the alarm,
and that Chip was now doubtless
shadowing them, he walked into the
shop, and, true to his detective
instincts and education, began a
diligent search of the place.
He was actively engaged in this
work when the sound of hasty foot
steps reached his ears. Throwing
himself flat on the floor, behind a
pile of barrel staves, he drew his re-
volver and waited. The steps passed
J by, however, and Sam quickly but
quietly left the shop.
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He could barely see the form of a
man walking rapidly down the street
to the horse-car track.
As he passed the window of the
saloon the light fell on him, and
Sam saw it was one of the two men
who had just left the cooper-shop.
Following closely, using all his
skill as a successful shadow, he
trailed the man to the car, and
boarding the front platform rode
Passing a livery stable the man
left the car, still followed by Sam.
When Moriarity — for it was he
whom Sam was trailing — rode back to
the river, Sam was perched on be-
hind the hack.
He saw the wounded Chip placed
inside, thanks to the darkness, and
still hanging on the back of the car-
riage was carried back to town.
When the two train robbers turned
into the alley Sam was right behind
them, so close that he could hear
their laboured breathing. Suddenly,
as if they had been swallowed by
the earth, he was left alone in the
dark, nonplussed and outwitted.
Not a point of light was visible,
and settling himself against the wail
of a building, Sam started in for an
He understood the case at once.
Chip had been knocked down by
the renegades, and, probably still
insensible, had been carried to their
haunt. Knocked down, either be-
cause they had discovered his dis-
guise, or had suspected him.
He was now firmly convinced that
if Cook was not an accomplice in the
train robbery, he was involved in
something criminal, and Sam re-
gretted that he had not been more
thorough in his investigations. Now
that Chip was in the hands of his
enemies, all others sank into insig-
nificance ; so with keen eyes and
sharp ears, Sam kept his solitary
The grey dawn of the morning
had taken the place of the night,
and Sam, under the shadow of a
convenient shed door, had heard or
seen nothing pass his post. The day
grew stronger, and, chilled to the
bone, the disappointed detective left
.the alley and wended his way to his
The cause of the sudden disappear-
ance of the two robbers the reader is
IN THE TOILS.
acquainted with ; and the reason
Sam failed to see them again was
because they had left the house by
The widow, acting as a go-between
and a fence for the light-fingered
gentry who patronised her establish-
ment, hid her real calling with the
guise of a fortune-teller ; and her
house, poorly furnished, damp and
mouldy when entered from the alley,
was well furnished in the upper
The room in which Chip was con-
fined was the sybil's chief pride.
Every article of furniture, every bit
of painting, the carpets, and even the
base-burning stove, were the trophies
of successful robberies.
The very sheets and towels had
been deftly purloined by the widow
It was this stronghold of the "gang"
to which Chip, battered and insen-
sible, had been brought by his captors.
Cummings, who from his actions
was no stranger to the house, in
brief authoritative tones bade the
witch to take charge of this prisoner
until further disposition could be
made of him.
The widow listened to his words,
and with the submission which all
his associates rendered to him, pro-
mised to do all he commanded.
The first gleam of the morning
warned the two men that they mu~t
seek their cover, for despite Jim's
natural boldness and daring, he was
cautious and careful. Instead of de-
scending to the room which had its
entrance from the alley, they mounted
another flight of stairs, and gaining
the roof by means of the scuttle,
walked the flat mansard until another
hatch-door was reached, and through
it they entered a quiet, unassuming
appearing house, which stood on the
side street from which the alley
The house, though completely
furnished, was vacant, and the men
reached the street without meeting
Cummings and Moriarity having
left, the widow for the first time
ventured to look at her new charge.
Her keen eyes noted the disguise
which Chip had adopted. The
wicked blow which had brought him
to this plight had moved the red wig
to one side, and disclosed the dark
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clustering hair, now bathed and
soaked in his blood.
He was still unconscious, but his
strong constitution was regaining its
sway, and he moved uneasily on
his soft couch.
The widow, now remembering the
commands which Cummings had laid
upon her, hastened to bring water,
and washed the wound. The slung-
shot had struck squarely across the
crown of the head, but the cut was
not very large or deep, and the
widow, with ready skill, bound it
neatly with bandages, and holding a
brandy flask to his mouth forced
some of its contents down his throat.
The colour came back to the detec-
tive's face, and in a few moments his
eyes opened, and with a dazed ex-
pression wandered over the room.
The widow, who had retired from
the room as she noticed the first
signs of returning consciousness, now
with consummate skill put a kindly,
even tender, look toward the sufferer
as she reappeared through the door.
Chip, still very much bewildered,
his head feeling as though it was
whirling off his shoulders, heard a
pleasant voice asking : " And how is
my poor boy, now ? "
Chip gazed vacantly at her, as he
" Who are you ? Where am I ? —
my head "
" Come, come, don't talk. Take
this medicine like a good boy, and go
With child-like obedience the de-
tective swallowed the draught, which
soon took possession of his senses,
and he fell asleep.
The widow quietly sat beside him
until tne opiate had taken full effect.
Then muttering, " You are safe for
four and twenty hours," she descended
to her divining-room, leaving the
detective deep in slumber, and in com-
plete ignorance of his surroundings.
ON THE WATCH.
Sam Slade and Chip had been
comrades at arms for almost two
years. Many a dashing capture had
they made. Adventures and hair-
breadth escapes were of frequent oc-
currence with the two " dare-devils,"
as the force had dubbed them, and
before now each had saved the other's
life by some bold stroke or skilful
Satisfied that Chip was in danger,
if not of his life at least of his liberty,
Sam hastened to his room, and with
the aid of soap and water resumed
his natural appearance. The jaunty-
looking Irish lad, Barney O'Hara,
would never be recognised in the
young gentleman who looked at
you through gold-rimmed spectacles,
with soft grey eyes, and whose sober
demeanour and grave countenance
bore the stamp of the student or
It was this metamorphosed indi-
vidual that walked languidly to the
breakfast-table, and responded in
gentle tones to the -woman's saluta-
tions which greeted him. Break-
fast served and over, Sam again
sought his room. His boarding-
house had been selected entirely on
account of this room. The room
had once been occupied by a phy-
sician as his office, and standing
on the corner of two streets had a
side entrance to it, besides the
entrance from the main portion of
Thus the detective could slip in
and out entirely unobserved by the
boarders or his landlady, the latter
supposing him to be a man of
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enough means to enable him to
live without daily labour.
Sam had given her this idea, and
supplemented it by stating he was
engaged in literary pursuits.
Reaching his room, Sam wrote
out a full report of the last twenty-
four hours (this constituted his lite-
rary labours), to be forwarded to Mr.
Pinkerton, in Chicago.
After his report was finished he
hastily threw off his clothing, and
replacing his sober suit of grey for the
flashy costume of a man about town,
he stood before his mirror to make
up his face. '
No actor was more clever than
Sam in artistic and realistic disguises.
His smooth face was skilfully covered
by a beard, short-cropped, his nose
was given the slightest rosy tint, and
putting on a light overcoat the
studious young gentleman of half-an-
hour ago was transformed into a
Tan-coloured gloves and a heavy,
silver-headed cane completed his
costume. Thus arrayed he sallied
It was now nearly noon. The
streets were crowded, and Sam kept
his eyes well opened, carelessly but
keenly scrutinising every man he
One saloon after another was
visited, but no sight of the mysterious
men who had downed Chip could
He had carefully noted his bearings
when he left the alley in the morning,
so he had no trouble in finding the
correct locality again.
His hat was tipped rakishly over
his left eye as he swaggered up the
alley and entered a beer vault for
which the ailey was really the en-
trance. By good luck, no customers
were present, and Sam engaged in
a lively conversation with the bar-
Skilful pumping, judiciously mixed
with high-priced drinks, soon gave
Sam the entire history of the deni-
zens of the locality.
It was beside the shed door of the
beer vault that Sam had kept his
solitary watch and ward the previous
night, so that somewhere about this
point Chip had been carried by his
Gazing through the window, Sam
saw a mass of debris ; old cans, ashes,
ON THE WATCH.
and the like, were scattered in the
centre of the court or alley, while on
both sides, near the buildings, a nar-
row board walk was laid.
Now, Sam knew that when he
entered the place he was on the right-
hand side, immediately behind his
If they had crossed over to the
side on which the beer vault stood,
the crunching of the ashes or the
noise of the old cans, which would
be very apt to be moved, would have
advised him of that fact.
Putting these facts together, Sam
was almost certain that they had not
entered the beer cellar.
Just opposite stood a half-open
door, which, flush with the court,
would have accounted for the sud-
den disappearance of the men if they
had turned suddenly and entered
it. These observations were made by
the detective while he was engaged
in a livelv and pungent conversation
with the burly bar-keeper.
The saloon made a good post of
observation, and Sam settled himself
for an all-day patron if necessary.
Taking a seat near the window, he
called for a glass of beer, and tilting
back his chair took a careful survey
of tne premises.
The alley was what is termed a
"blind alley." On each side were
low doors entering the basements of
the houses, and the population con-
sisted of rag-pickers, second-hand
clothiers, and one pawn-shop. It
was just such a place as one would
expect to meet the lowest types of
humanity. Dirty children were play-
ing in the half-deserted place, their
blue lips and pinched faces speaking
eloquently of their poverty. Italian
hand-organ grinders were sitting on
their doorsteps, and slatternly womeja
were leaning from their windows,
exchanging gossip in loud, shrill
tones. Occasionally a man would
walk hurriedly up the narrow walk,
carrying a suspicious bundle, and
eyeing nervously every person he
might meet, dodging suddenly into
some one of the doors. All this
Sam saw, but his eyes seldom left
the half-open door immediately op-
He had been at his post nearly
an hour, smoking a cigar or supping
his liquor, the bar-keeper not caring
what his customer did or what he
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was, so long as he ordered and paid
for an occasional drink, when there
appeared at the door of the house
which the detective was so closely
watching a tall, dark-complexioned
woman. Her eyes, strikingly bril-
liant, swept the place, but the
shadows of the beer-cellar prevented
her seeing the interested person
who noted every movement she
made. The woman, after gazing up
and down the court, threw her shawl
over her head, and with long gliding
steps walked towards the street.
The bar-keeper, who was standing
beside Sam as the female passed
down the court, said with an out-
ward jerk of his thumb :
" Rum old gal that."
" Friend of yours ? " lazily inquired
"Naw. I don't have nothin' to
do with her, nor she with me.
She's a fortune-teller she is."
" One of them kind that lays out
the cards, and spells out your
fortune, eh ? "
" I dunno. I never was in her
"Wonder if she could give me a
luck charm ? '' asked Sam.
" If you've got the dust she cap
make you anything. Them as lives
around here says she's a witch.
Maybe so. I think she's some
cursed half-breed, myself. None too
good now, I tell you."
'• Lived here long ? "
" No, the woman."
" I've been here five years, and she
was here before me."
" I suppose she has plenty of
customers, eh ? "
" You bet, she has. The fool-
killer ought to lay around here for
a while. There were two dandy
blokes come out of there this
Sam started, and inwardly cursed
his stupidity in letting his game get
away from him. The two men of
which the bar-keeper spoke were
probably the very persons he wanted,
so in an indifferent tone he in-
" What's her office hours ? "
" Any time night or day, I reckon.
The two swells came out about ten
I guess. Maybe later."
" She don't throw on much style ? "
) " Don't she though. Silks ain't
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nothin' to her. She's a clipper when
Fearing, if he kept up the con-
versation much longer, that the bar-
keeper would suspect his game, Sam
called for another cigar, and picking
up a deck of cards which lay on the
table, suggested a game of "seven
up." The bar-keeper seated him-
self with his back to the window,
Sam still holding his post of
The game was only just begun
when the fortune-teller, carrying a
small bottle, apparently of medicine,
returned and entered the door.
Sam's interest in the game died
out shortly after, and patrons be-
ginning to appear, the bar-keeper
took his accustomed place behind
The room very gradually filled up,
and taking advantage of a little
crowd near the door, Sam quietly
slipped through the door and walked
straight across to the fortune-teller's
As he entered, the inner door was
opened and the dark woman herself
With inimitable assurance the
detective removed his hat and ad-
vanced towards her.
Drawing herself up to her full
height, the sibyl in a deep, solemn
voice said :
" What brings you here ? "
" I'm in hard luck. Got scooped
up to the White Elephant, and want
you to give me a luck charm."
The eyes of the hag glittered
greedily as Sam held out a five-dollar
bill, and throwing the door wide
open she bade him enter.
As Sam did so his experienced eye
took in the whole room, the skull,
charts, bottles, and even the cards did
not escape his gaze.
Nance pushed forward a chair,
and telling him, under pain of break-
ing the spell not to utter a word,
she retired behind the curtain.
Left alone, Sam took a more de-
liberate survey of the apartment, and
could hardly express an exclamation
of satisfaction as he saw lying on the
floor the old slouch hat which Chip
had worn the preceding day. His
face, however, showed nothing as
Nance reappeared, bearing in one
hand a peculiar lamp, scrolled and
formed in a fanciful pattern, and in
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the other a large book, bound in
parchment, covered with hierogly-
phics. Putting the lamp on the
table she extinguished the gas, and
the pale-blue flame of the alcohol in
the lamp cast its ghastly beams over
the strange place.
Muttering raoidly to herself, she
threw powder on the flame, causing
a green flash to appear each time,
with her eyes fastened on the open
pages of the book.
Amused at the hollow fraud, Sam
looked on, very much interested, and
racking his brain to devise some
means of gaining a further entrance
to the house. From its outside ap-
pearance he knew he must be in one
of the rear rooms, and if Chip was
not behind the curtain he must be
in an upper storey. While he was
thus occupied the fortune-teller had
finished her incantations, and, taking
from a drawer a small amulet sewed
in oil-skin, handed it to the detective.
" Take this, my son — the stars are
auspicious. It will bring you and
keep near you good luck and high
fortune. Now, depart in peace, for I
am weary, and would fain seek rest."
His answer surprised her, for rising
abruptly, he struck a match, and
lighting the gas jet, pushed aside the
With a scream of rage Nance
" (jo but another step, and I'll tear
your heart out ! "
Disregarding her, the detective
pushed forward and threw open the
door leading to the ascending stairs.
In a trice he had mounted them,
and turning to the right entered a
His astonishment was so great that
he half stopped, for the apartment
was furnished in almost regal style ;
richly-upholstered furniture and oil
paintings contrasted so vividly with
the squalor and misery of the lower
part of the house, that the audacious
detective could scarcely believe his
A smothered cry of rage and terror
behind him warned him, and turning
swiftly he beheld Nance, with wild
eyes and dishevelled hair, springing
towards him. In her uplifted hand
gleamed the glittering blade of a
stiletto, and like a fury she rushed
upon the bold intruder.
The trained hand flew to the
ON THE WATCH.
pocket, and the ready revolver leaped
Nance staggered back, the dagger
falling from her nerveless hand, as
in abject terror she crouched on a
" Don't shoot ! don't shoot ! See,
I won't hurt you," she moaned.
GrasDing her by the wrist, and
pressing the revolver to her head,
Sam said sternly, and in a voice
that would brook no delay :
"What have you done with the
man brought here last night ? "
Nance pointed to the next room,
too frightened to speak, and thrust-
ing her forward, Sam continued his
Chip, his head covered with a
bandage, and still somewhat con-
fused, recognised his comrade as he
entered the room. His mind was
clear enough, however, to appre-
ciate the situation, when the terror-
stricken hag, pointing her long
skinny finger at him, quivered in a
tremulous voiee : " He s alive ; don't
you see he's alive ? "
Overjoyed at finding Chip safe and
still alive, Sam clasped his hands.
" Can you walk, Chip ? " he
" I don't know, Sam. I had a
devilish close call," and Chip threw
back the covers and essayed to step
from the bed. His limbs trembled,
and, throwing up his hands despair-
ingly, he sank back again. A flask
of brandy stood on the table, and in
an instant Sam had the cork out
and had poured some of its contents
down his friend's throat.
The generous fluid warmed the
blood and revived the strength of
the wounded detective, who, making
another attempt, stood on his feet.
Throwing his arm around Chip's
waist, Sam bade the thoroughly
cowed woman to go before him,
and was moving slowly to the door
when a sharp stern voice com-
" Stop ! "
The detectives looked up, and
standing in the open door, a revolver
in each hand, stood Jim Cummings.
A MIDNIGHT FLIGHT.
The two detectives were in a tight
fix. One of them sorely wounded ;
the other, handicapped by his almost
helpless comrade, would stand small
chance against the burly man who
checked their path. But Sam, who
was nearly as large in build as was
his opponent, and in an even fight
would not have hesitated to bear,
down upon him, slipped his arm
from around Chip, and prepared him-
self for a desperate struggle.
As his arm passed his side pocket,
he felt his revolver. Keeping Chip
before him, he slipped his hand on
to it, and drew it out, Chip keeping
Cummings from observing the move-
ments. The scent of approaching
danger had acted on Chip as a strong
restorative, and his eyes met those
of his late captor unflinchingly as
he cried :
" We know you now, Jim Cum-
mings ; you've betrayed yourself."
And Chip again looked at the trian-
gular gold which his parted lips dis-
closed on one of his teeth.
Up to this moment the desperado
had imagined himself to be unknown,
but at the words Chip uttered he
started, and with eyes burning with
rage, and features twitching with
fury, he turned to Nance, who, still
under the spell of complete terror,
was huddled in a corner, her hands
over her face, not daring to meet the
"Ah," he hissed, "you did this!"
and like a flash his revolver covered
her, and the whip-like report rang
out. The answering voice of Sam's
pistol echoed the first, and when the
smoke had lifted, Cummings had
A MJDNIGHT FLIGHT.
Without stopping to look after the
hag, Sam lifted Chip in his arms, and
hastily descended the stairs. It was
dark when the alley was reached, and
slowly walking to the corner, a hack
was called, and the two friends drove
rapidly towards Sam's boarding-place.
Stopping but just a second to tuck
his friend in bed, Sam hastened to
the Central Police Station and, in a
few words, placed the case before the
chief. The sergeant in charge at the
time detailed five men to return with
the detective. The house was en-
tered and searched from basement to
garret, but the birds had flown.
The worn condition of the steps lead-
ing to the roof attracted Sam's atten-
tion, and further investigation dis-
closed the fact that this scuttle-way
was the means of -exit. Sam thus
ascertained why his long, weary
watch had been fruitless.
After Cummings fired at the for-
tune-teller he turned, flu| c kly & n 4
ran up the steps -to the roof of the
house, and so escaped through the
vacant dwelling which faced the
desired information, he decided to
" vamoose the ranche," and that
quickly. Moriarity must trust to
his own good luck, for time was
pressing, and to save himself he must
take an immediate departure.
A thousand schemes passed through
his head, and a hundred disguises
presented themselves to him as he
hurried towards his room. Side
streets and back alleys were taken,
and more than once he doubled on
his track to ascertain if he was
followed. Satisfied that as yet no
one was on his track, Cummings
allowed his fears to vanish. He was
still safe, and if he could only reach
his " den " in safety he could lay low
until the first wind had blown over.
He knew that in a short time the
whole city would be scoured for the
noted Jim Cummings, and he laughed
derisively as he thought of the open
manner he had moved in the town
since the robbery. No disguise had
been attempted, no great secrecy, and
if it had not been for the unfortunate
affair of the cooper-shop, he might
street Believing that the old I have lived there for years without
woman had either betrayed him or I any suspicions being directed towards
iiad been frightened into giving the I him. Although he had moved sr
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openly and bold, he had kept to him-
self, not even telling Moriarity the
location of his residence. To this
place he now hurried. It was a large
room in a first-class boarding-house,
whose landlady atid boarders would
have been horror-stricken had they
known that "Mr. Williams," the
jolly, good-natured young fellow Avho
had proved such a valuable acquisition
to their after-dinner gatherings, was
the desperate free-booter who had
walked away with the valuable ex-
Cummings was no ordinary robber.
Endowed by nature with cool nerves,
an active brain, and athletic frame,
he had all the requirements necessary
to make a successful and daring
criminal. That he was so the pre-
ceding pages have testified. Now
that he was threatened with dis-
covery, he did not rush blindly into
danger by attempting to flee from
it, but he did the exact opposite.
He knew that every train would
be watched, that telegrams would
stretch out in all directions, and the
detectives, now on a hot scent, would
crowd him night and day. All these
thoughts passed through his mind, as
he leaned back in a comfortable chair
and puffed his havana. And he
decided it would be best to remain
closely to his room, until the hue and
cry had subsided, and play invalid.
For a week he stirred not from
the house. And then thinking the
first heat had passed, he commenced
strolling out after dark.
One evening, having lighted a
cigar, he was walking leisurely up
the avenue, all fears of discovery set
at rest by his fancied security, when
his dream was rudely disturbed by a
hand placed lightly on his shoulder.
Quick as a panther, he sprang to one
side, placing himself on the defensive,
and his hand upon his pistol ready
for any emergency. His startled
gaze met a pitiful sight. Ragged
and tattered, his hands trembling,
and face blanched with the first touch
of delirium tremens, stood Oscar
Cook. Tottering up to Cummings,
he whispered in tremulous tones :
" Jim, they're after me. They 'most
nabbed me. Save me, Jim, save
Alarmed lest the poor wretch
would attract attention, Cummings
placed his arm around him, and
A MIDNIGHT FLIGHT.
half-carrying, half-dragging him, bore
him to his room. Slipping the latch
of the door, he turned up the gas.
Cook sank into a chair, his elbows
on his knees and his face buried in
his hands. Every muscle was twitch-
ing ; his eyes, staring stonily ahead,
were bloodshot and fevered. Horror
was printed on his face, and his
fingers, curved like birds' claws,
moved spasmodically over his head.
" They're after me, Jim ; they're
after me," he repeated again and
Greatly disturbed by the sudden
appearance of the wretched Cook,
Cummings hardly knew how to meet
the emergency. If he kept Cook
with him, the tremens would come
on. and in the delirium of the frenzy
Cook would probably say something
which would betray Cummings. On
the other hand, if he left the house
to place Cook in some safe quarters,
he courted detection.
He was in a tight box, and this,
with the events which had just
occurred and his close call of the
week previous, made him somewhat
nervous. As hj looked at the miser-
able wretch before him he saw that
he wore the high-heeled boots and
spurs of the cowboys, who make
Kansas City a rendezvous. In an
instant his course was plain, and he
proceeded to execute it.
Handing Cook a large glass full of
brandy, he bade him drink it. The
half-crazed man needed no urging,
but clutching the glass he drank it
down greedily. Its effect was almost
instantaneous. His face lost the hor-
rible expression, his fingers straight-
ened out, and the trembling ceased.
Cummings watched him closely, and
knowing that the liquor would only
sustain him for a short time, he said :
" Cook, where's your horse ?"
" Down at the livery stable on the
" Can you get me one at the same
place ? "
" Yes, a good one, too."
"We must get out of here. The
place is too hot for us. All the trains
are watched, so we must leave a-horse-
back. Go, get your horse, hire one
for me, and we'll vamoose at once."
Cook started up with ■ alacrity, for
as long as the brandy was potent the
tremens would not affect him.
Cu'.nr/i.nrjs '"r.'.ily changed his r.p-
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parel, putting on a pair of high boots
and over them the fringed leather
chapparels. A wide sombrero re-
placed the derby hat, and when fully
costumed he had on the business rig
of a typical cowboy.
He had hardly completed these
arrangements when the noise of
horse-hoofs on the pavement was
heard. Opening the shutter Cum-
mings waved his hand, and placing
his revolver in the holster ran down
He had written a note to his land-
lady, saying that pressing business of
the most urgent kind had suddenly
called him out of town, and it was
uncertain when he could return.
This he left on the table, and the
landlady saw him no more.
The horses were fresh, and striking
into a canter the two men made for
the open country. The excitement
and motion, combined with the brac-
ing air, drove the fumes of the liquor
from Cook's head, and before many
miles had been passed he was com-
paratively free from the terrible
malady which threatened to con-
The suburbs were passed, and un-
der the clear sky and bright stars',
the willing horses spurned the frozen
mud from beneath their feet as they
flew, neck and neck, down the
road. Neither man had spoken
a word since the start, but, sitting
low in the saddle, gave the horses
loose reins nor checked them an
They had left the road and were
speeding over the frozen prairie,
skirting a small clump of scrub oak,
when just before them a solitary
horseman could be seen, leisurely
walking his steed. At the sudden
appearance of the stranger, both men
instinctively reined in their horses
and pulled up short. The man at
that moment heard them, and giving
a hasty look backward, drove his
spurs into his horse, and dashed for-
ward at full speed.
In sheer devilry, Cummings did
likewise, followed by Cook, and gave
chase to the flying horseman. It
was nearly dawn. The grey light
was brightening the landscape, and,
observing his game more closely,
Cummings saw something familiar
in his form ; and when he glanced
over his shoulder to see his pursuers,
A midnight flight.
the heavy moustache could be seen,
even in that uncertain light.
Placing his fingers to his lips, Jim
gave three whistles, two short and
one long sounds. The shrill tones
reached the stranger, who turned half
around in his saddle and saw Cum-
mings waving his hat. Checking his
speed somewhat, he allowed the dis-
tance between them to become less,
but holding his horse well in hand,
if any signs of treachery were
observed he could have some chance
As the two men swept towards him
they cried as in one voice :
" Moriarity ! "
Moriarity, for such it was, imme-
diately drew up his horse, and the
three friends were soon shaking
" The fly-cops made it too hot for
me, boys,'' said Dan. " I came within
an ace of being caught. One of
the beaks had his hands on me, but I
knocked him down and lit out."
" Where are you bound for now ? "
" Down to Swanson's ranche."
" We were heading the same way,"
Swanson's ranche, situated in the
north-eastern part of the Indian
Territory, near Coulby's Bluff, was
about one hundred and fifty miles
south of Kansas City. The rolling
prairie which stretched between was
interspersed with ranches and an
occasional small town, but for the
greater part was wild and unin-
Swanson, an Americanised Nor-
wegian, had married a Cherokee
squaw, which enabled him to locate
in the Indian country. His reputa-
tion was none of the best, but his
unscrupulous character and well-
known skill with the Winchester
caused him to be feared, and an
officer of the law would think twice
before making any attempts to dis-
turb him. It was at this place that
the three fugitives were seeking
The sun had risen, and it was
broad day when Cummings, who
naturally took the lead, commanded
A clump of cotton-wood trees on
the verge of a small shallow creek
offered a good camping ground.
Hobbling their horses, after taking
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the saddles from them, they allowed
them to graze at will, and the party
busied themselves in collecting wood
for a fire.
A few sheep which had escaped
from some ranche were mazing near
the spot, and Moriarity, who had his
Winchester, dropped one by a well-
directed ball back of the shoulder.
The warm fleece was taken from
the still quivering body, and the
appetising smell of mutton steaks
reminded the hungry men that the
breakfast hour had long since passed.
The meal over, nature asserted her
claims, and the thoroughly tired-out
travellers wrapped themselves in
their blankets and fell asleep.
They were not disturbed, for the
trail which they had taken was
seldom travelled over, and it was
late in the afternoon when they were
once more on their way.
The trail led over the beds of
dried-up streams, and skirted the
numerous patches of scrub oak and
cotton-wood trees which were scat-
tered all over the prairie. The long
prairie grass sometimes brushed the
feet of the horsemen, and coveys of
prairie chickens flew up and scudded
away as the three outlaws galloped
past. Mile after mile was left behind,
the tough Indian ponies they be-
strode keeping the tireless lope for
which they are noted, without slack-
ing the pace or becoming exhausted.
The three riders were expert horse-
men, and had been accustomed to
the saddle almost from infancy.
Little was said and few words
spoken by the men as they skimmed
over the prairie, save to call attention
to some obstacle in the way, or to
some change in the trail, which
stretched before them plain and
The few Indians and half-breeds
they met paid no attention to them,
thinking them to be cowboys bound
for their camp, and in fact they did
resemble those hardy specimens of
plainsmen who range this country,
herding cattle or sheep.
When the chill of the night had
set in, Cummings ordered a second
halt, and the horses, hobbled, com-
menced to graze on the short buffalo-
grass which spread under foot. The
remainder of the carcase of mutton
which Moriarity had shot had been
i strapped back of his saddle, and was
A JlflDNIGHT FLIGHT
now cut up into suitable sizes for the
fire which Cook had built. The
meat, laid on the glowing embers,
was soon cooked, and, their hunger
appeased, the men, wrapped in their
blankets, their feet to the fire, com-
posed themselves for slumber.
The long hours of the night passed
on ; the fire had died out, when Cum-
mings, awakened by a sudden feeling
of chilliness, rose to his feet and piled
some twigs and branches together to
make a blaze. As he stooped to the
ground the faint, far-off beats of
horses' hoofs reached his quick ear.
'• Dan ! Cook ! Wake up ! Get
up, lively ! " he cried as he made a
dash for his. saddle and threw it on
his horse. " They are after us/'
The camp was instantly in com-
motion, the saddles thrown over the
horses and tightened with ready and
exoerienced hands ; ana vaulting into
the saddles the three men rode out
into the bright moonlight, as a com-
pany of ten men, armed to the teeth,
swept like a whirlwind around the
edge of the timber.
A yell reached the ears of the three
fugitives as they galloped out on the
prairie, and a voice, clear and com-
manding, rang out in tones familiar
to Moriarity, who had heard them in
the cooper-shop when the tramp
commanded him to hold out his
" There they are, lads. Forward !"
Uttering a deep round oath, Dan
turned in his saddle, giving the horse
the head, and levelling his rifle fired
point-blank at the pursuing party. ■■
A cry of derision greeted the shot,
and Cummings, saying. " Hold your
shots, you fool," drove his spurs
cruelly into the horse's flanks, and,
followed closely by his companions,
dashed down the trail towards Swan-
Chip and Sam were not the only
Pinkerton men in Kansas City at
this time engaged on the Adams
Express robbery case, for from the
time Cook awoke from the drunken
stupor in which Cummings and
Moriarity found him at the cooper-
shop on the night when Chip was
captured, he had been shadowed con-
stantly by Barney, who with Chip
had found the letter-heads in Fother-
Day and night had Barney followed
him, and he was but a short distance
behind when Cummings took Cook,
on the verge of the delirium tremens,
to his room.
When Cook came back with the
horses and with Cummings rode
away, Barney hastened to Chip, who,
fully recovered from the terrible blow
.on the head, had again assumed his
duties, and reported the fact to him.
Sam, who was on the look out for
Moriarity, was notified at once, and
the three detectives, laying the matter
before the chief of police, were fur-
nished with seven mounted men
armed to the teeth, and all of them
old Texas rangers.
This formidable troop had left the
city scarcely an hour after the robbers
had started. The direction they took
and the nature of the country pointed
to Swanson's ranche as the point for
which the outlaws were making.
All night long the posse rode, and
had they not taken a wrong trail,
would have caught up to the robbers
at their first camp.
Retracing their path, a short halt
only was made, saddle-girths were.
tightened, the rifles closely inspected,
and Chip, giving the cry of " For-
ward !" led the company on the hot
Like a good general, Chip spread
his men to the right and left of the
trail, so that in moving forward a
wide swath of country was swept.
The first camp which the outlaws
had made was discovered by the scout
on the left flank. Raising the Texan
yell; the rank closed in and gathered
around the spot. One of the men,
an old Indian hunter, burnt by the
sun to living bronze, and scarred by
the many hand-to-hand conflicts he
had had with the red savages, leaped
from hit horse, his keen eyes fastened
to the ground, read the signs which
the outlaws had left as if they were
Pointing to the fire and the rem-
nants of the burnt meat and bones
near it, he said :
" They ain't more'n three hours
ahead of us, and there's more than
the two. Three fellars ate their grub
here this morning.''
" How do you make that out ?"
" Well, Cap'n, I've fit logins and
herded cattle more'n twenty year, off
an' on, and if there ain't been three
men here not over three hour
ago I lose my reckonin' See here,
in this soft place where the sun has
melted the ground a bit, is hoof-
marks, and they belong to three
" Perhaps they stole a horse?"
" Mebbe so, and mebben't so. I
reckon it mebben't so. Cause why ?
The fellar as walked over this patch
wore boots and spurs, long rowels
on 'em, too. See where they cut the
mud. Here is another one, a derned
sight smaller foot, and here is one
that had a sharp heel. No, Cap'n,
they picked up a man somewhar
along the road."
To this the others who had come
out with the detectives gave their
unqualified assent, and Chip cried :
" Three hours ahead is a good
lead on us, boys. We must climb
The command was again given,
and, rendered more eager and enthu-
siastic by the knowledge that onl^
thirty miles was between them and
their game, the men moved forward
with a cheer
THE GREAT ADAMS EXPRESS ROEBERY.
Another short halt was made for
supper, and the trail was again
covered just as the robbers had about
commenced to sleep. A sharp look-
out was maintained, and the bright
light of the full moon turned night
into day and made the task so much
As they rode around the edge of
the timber in which Cummings and
his companions were secreted, they
had no suspicion that they had
gained so rapidly on the flying
renegades, so that the sudden appear-
ance of the men for whom they were
searching somewhat surprised them.
Giving their peculiar yell, they
pressed forward with a great burst of
speed, not even checking the gait
when the ball which Moriarity sent
whistled over them.
Instantly several rifles were levelled
at the flying robbers, and had not
Chip commanded them not to shoot
it would have fared ill with Jim
Cummings and his companions.
With the speed of the wind the
horses flew down the trail; the rapid
hoof-beats rang out on the still night
and sent the slinking coyotes howl-
ing to their lairs. Just peering
above the horizon could be seen the
dark outlines of Coody's Bluff, fifteen
miles away, and if Cummings could
but reach its shadow he was safe,
even from the posse which was
pursuing him, for he would then be
in the Indian Territory. Looking
back at his pursuers, who in a solid
group were following him so closely
that he could almost distinguish their
features, so bright was the night, he
saw that their horses were not driven
at the full height of their speed, but
were rather being held back. Alarm-
ed at this, he communicated his fears
to his companions, who, one on each
side, were bending forward in the
saddle, urging and caressing their
horses to get all there was out of
them, and right gamely did the
staunch animals respond to the touch
of the spur or pat of the hand, as
they beat out mile after mile behind
them, the hoof-beats echoed by the
flying party behind. With starting
eyeballs eagerly fixed on the dim
outlines of the bluff, the hunted men
watched it grow larger and more
distinct, and hope began to revive in
their breasts when a sharp "ping" of
a rifle, followed by the whistle of the
ball passing over their heads, broke
the silence of the wordless chase.
As with one impulse, each man
threw himself flat on. his horse's neck,
but did not for an instant relax speed
or spur. Another shot followed, and
Chir's voice, ringing and clear,
"If vou don't halt, we'll shoot
•'Shoot and be damned !" said Jim
Cummings, almost exultingly, as he
drew his revolver from his belt.
" Two can play at that game," and
drawing a hasty bead on Chip, he
pulled the trigger.
Chip s horse, giving a convulsive
leap to one side, staggered a little, I mings half turned in his saddle, and
signs of distress, and the dry creek
bed was still a long, long distance
Nearer and nearer crept Chip and
his men ; the thirteen men, pursuers
and pursued, were almost in one
party. Chip, who led, and Cum-
mings, who rode behind his comrades,
were not a horse's length apart.
Slowly the gallant beast Chip
bestrode pushed forward, gaining
little by little until his nos« almost
reached the flank of Jim's steed.
"Jim Cummings, do you sur-
render ? " and the sharp click of a
revolver was heard.
With a malignant scowl Cum-
and fell behind, but was soon in the
lead again, apparently unhurt.
"Boys," shouted Cummings, "d'ye
see that dry creek bed ? On the
other side we're safe." The pursuing
posse, hearing these words, and
knowing their full import, gave spurs
to their horses, and the distance
between the two parties closed up so
rapidly that the three outlaws could
hear the heavy breathing of the
Their own animals began to show
" No, damn me, no ; not while I
live," placed his revolver at the head
of Chip's mount and sent the ball
crashing to its brain.
Down in its tracks shot the nobk
steed, the dark, rich blood jett? jg
from the ghastly hole, and delug ing
Chip with its crimson flood.
Chip, with the address of an
experienced horseman, had lig Wed
upon his feet, his revolver still
clutched in his hand.
THE GREAT ADAMS EXPRESS ROBBERY.
The sudden fall of the leading
horse had caused the remainder of
the party to haul up short to avoid
running horse and rider down. This
left the road clear before him, and
Chip, dropping on his knee, took a
long careful sight at Cummings, and
A sudden swerve of Jim's horse
saved him, but uttering a cry of pain,
Cook's steed, struck in a vital point,
stopped short, and trembling in
every limb slowly sank to the
ground. Cook, taken so unexpect-
edly, had shot over his horse's head,
and now lay unconscious, in the
centre of the trail ; his two compan-
ions, driving the spurs deeper into
the flanks of their almost exhausted
animals, dashed down the banks of
the dividing line and stood safe on
The unconscious Cook was at once
surrounded by the detectives and
posse, and a generous dose of brandy
poured down his throat brought him
to his senses.
Chagrined beyond measure at the
escape of his man, just when he was
about to put his hand on him, and at
the loss of his horse, Chip was in no
humour to allow a technical boundary
line to keep him from capturing his
men, who, riding around the edge of
an elevation on the prairie, were now
lost to sight.
" Brodey," he said, turning to the
ranger who had been the guide of the
expedition from the time it started
from Kansas City, " how tar is it to
Swanson's ranche ? "
" A matter of twenty-five miles, as
the crow flies."
" How far by the trail ? "
" Well, Cap'n," responded Brodev,
reflectively, as he threw his knee over
the pommel of his saddle, " lemme
see. The trail goes by that there
belt of timber, then jines the stage-
road to Allewe, an' follows that a
piece, then it shunts off to the west
straight for the bluff thar, purty
nearly a bee-line. Thirty miles,
sure — mebbe less."
"Is that the Indian Territory 'tother
side of the divide ? "
" Jesso — Cherokee Nation."
" What sort of a man is this Swan-
son ? "
" Half-buffalo, half-painter, an'
other half crocodile. He's wuss than
a half-breed Apache, an' would as
soon shoot a man as to drink, an'
Swanson's a right powerful punisher
of the whisky-jug."
"Yes! yes! - 1 know all that, but
is he cunning, shrewd, sharp, you
know ? "
"Got eyes like an Injun, ears like
a coyote, an' a nose sharp as a gopher
" He must be a tough combination ;
but I'il do it, all the same."
" Do what, Chip ? " asked Sam.
" Go down to Swanson's and bring
in my man."
"Bars and burner skins," cried
Brodey. " You don't mean to say
that you will do such a blame fool
thing as that? Sho ! "
" Not alone, Chip," said Sam. " I
go with you."
" See hyar, young fellows." expos-
tulated Brodey " Do ye know what
your doin' ! Got any idee ye'll come
back alive ! I've been in some tough
places before now. but shoot my
worthless carcase if I want to go to
Swanson's. He's killed a man, torn
out his heart, and eaten it raw, fer
" Pshaw ! who would believe such a
yarn as that, man ?"
" Swar to gosh it's true," continued
Brodey. "I don't believe thar's a
man in the States what's got as
much devil to thar square inch as
this man Swanson. Better not go,
Cap'n. I'd hate tremendous to have
Chip laughed lightly, as he stroked
the neck of the ranger's horse, and
" Brodey, I've been a detective for
five years, and in those five years I've
looked almost sure death in the face
more than a score of times. I have
seen the knife raised which was to be
buried in my heart the next second.
I have felt the revolver spit its flames
plump in my face. I have been tied
hand and feet and laid across the rail,
with a lightning express train not
over a thousand feet off, coming down
like the wind, and I am a live man
to-day. The man isn't born yet that
can kill me."
Chip said all this in a modest tone,
and no signs of braggadocio, for it
was all true, and his listeners knew
he was telling facts by his bearing
" Yes," broke in Sam, " and I was
with you on several of these occasions ;
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and what's more, I shall be with you
on this one you are planning."
" I want you should be — but
enough of this talk. We can do
nothing more now. Our men have
given us the slip. Dismount, boys,
and give the nags a breathing spell."
Cook by this time had regained his
senses, and was sitting up in the
middle of the trail, rubbing his
shoulder and wearing a most woe-
begone and dazed look upon his
expressive countenance. Observing
this, Chip walked toward him, and
imitating a drunken stagger, sang :
" Drink, puppies, drink ; let every puppy
That's old enough to stand and to swallow."
As the first strains fell on his ears,
Cook started, and regarding Chip
with questioning eyes, inquired :
" Who are you fellows, anyway ?
Can't you let peaceable travellers alone
without shooting their horses ? "
" Oh ! you were peaceable travellers,
were you ? Well, now, that's strange ;
we took you to be some horse thieves
that have been skurrying around
these parts lately."
" Do you think I look like a horse-
thief ? " indignantly.
" Is that your own horse ? "
" Not exactly. I hired "
" Ah ! yes, you hired it — they all
say that — you hired it some time ago,
and have forgotten to pay the
" Well, I didn't either. I hired it
for a week and "
" Really, Mr. Cook, you were going
to make quite a visit "
" My name ain't Cook."
" No ? Let us call you Mr. Cook,
just for the sake of the argument.
It's a good name is Cook. I used to
know a fellow named Cook once. He
had a cooper-shop on the east bot-
toms, Kansas City. I went over to
see him a week or so ago, and we had
a high old time, I can assure you.
Cook was a very amusing gentleman.
He could sing like Brignoli. What
was that song he could sing so
nicely ? Oh ! yes, I have it :
" For we'll pass the bottle round
When we've "
" The tramp ! " ejaculated Cook,
looking at Chip with amazement.
" The same, at your service, Mr.
Cook, for that is your name, isn't
"I'm caught," confessed the puzzled
Cook. " What are you making game
of me for ? What do you want nic j Escape was entirely cut off from him,
for ? "
" Nothing, nothing. We were '
afraid you might prolong your
anticipated visit to such a length that
we grew homesick for you, so I got
some of tne boys together, a sort of a
picnic, you know, to ask you not to
stay too long," bantered Chip. " We
really can't take ' no * for an answer.
Mr. Cook, really you must consider
our feelings and return with us."
" I guess I can't help myself," said
" It does look a little that way,
Cook shook his head as he arose to
his feet, and stooping over his dead
horse unloosed the girth and drew off
the saddle, nor did he make any
objection when Chip secured his
revolver and ammunition belt.
and he accepted his capture in a re-
signed spirit, because he could not
" Brodey, how far is the railroad
from here ? "
" About fifteen miles over thar,"
pointing towards the east. '' Blue
Jacket lies thar, and is on the Mis-
souri, Kansas and Texas."
" We'll make for it. You take the
prisoner behind you, and I will mount
The cavalcade were speedily in
motion, leaving the dead horses to
be devoured by the buzzards and
coyotes which were already begin-
ning to gather around.
Arriving at. Blue Jacket, the party
left Chip and his prisoner, and turn-
ing to the north cantered off tor
Swanson's ranche— the detectives in robbers' retreat— the success
of the doctor— another robbery planned.
In the centre of a beautiful valley,
with high rugged bluffs rising on all
sides, and intersected by a clear
stream of spring water, which fell in
tiny cascades and little waterfalls,
turning and twisting like a silver
snake, stood Swanson's Ranche. The
low frame building, surrounded on
four sides by a wide porch, and
standing on a gentle elevation which
fell away to the creek, was the home
of the redoubtable Swanson, who was
the monarch of all he surveyed for
miles around. The evening was
rapidly advancing into night, and the
large open fireplace, huge and yawn-
ing, was roaring with the cheerful
fire which Swanson's obedient squaw
had built, that her liege lord might
not be chilled by the cold wind which
whistled over the plains.
The floor of the large room,
covered with fur rugs and huge
buffalo-skins, was made of pounded
clay, and the feet of many years had
hardened it to almost stone-like
Saddles, lariats, rifles, high boots,
and all the trappings and harness
belonging to a cowboy's outfit littered
the place, and stretched out on the
robes and furs, in easy, careless atti-
tudes, lay some half-dozen men.
Jim Cummings and Dan Moriarity
were of the number. Thick clouds
of tobacco smoke curled and eddied
in the low ceiling, and seated near
the fire to get the benefit of the light
were a couple of card-playing ranche-
men, indulging in a game of Cali-
Standing with his back to the
S 'WANS 'ON S RANCHE.
blaze, his feet spread apart, and his
hands deep in his pockets, stood the
owner of the ranche — Swanson. Cast
in a Herculean mould, he stood over
six feet tall, his broad shoulders sur-
mounted by a neck like a bull, and
his red, cunning face almost hid from
sight by the thick, bushy whiskers
which covered it.
He had been relating, with great
gusto, some adventure in which he
had played a prominent part, and
raising his broad hand in the air he
brought it down on a table near him,
as he exclaimed :
"And if any detective comes
skulking around this shanty, I swear
I'll cut out his sneaking heart, and
make him eat it raw "—when the
sound of horses broke the thread of
his discourse, and a voice was heard
" Hello-o-o, the house ! "
" Yes, an' be right smart about it,
dis chile most froze."
A young fellow near the door
sprang to open it, and thrusting his
head out, said :
" Come in ; there's no dogs
" Dat's all right, honey, we ain't
got no fear of de hounds, me an' the
" Keep quiet, you black imp !" said
the voice which had first been heard.
" Hobble the nags and bring in my
"All right, sah ;I's hearin'you,sah."
To this conversation, which had
taken place outside, the men in the
room had listened with great interest.
Anything was welcome that served
to break the monotony of ranche life,
and a stir of expectation went through
the room as the two strangers were
The door opened and the new-
" By the great horn spoon if this
ain't the old hoss doctor hisself ! "
exclaimed Swanson, as he reached
out his huge paw. " I thought the
Apaches had lifted your scalp years
" You can't kill a good hoss doctor,
Swanson," replied the doctor, grasp-
ing the offered hand and giving it a
hearty shake. " Good hoss do'ctors
don't grow on every bush."
" Boys," said Swanson, turning the
doctor around. " This hyar gentle-
man is Doctor Skinner "
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" Late graduate of the Philadelphia
Veterinary Surgical Institute. Has
practised in seventeen States and
four Territories. Can cure anything
on hoofs, from the devil to the five-
legged broncho of Arizona, which has
four legs, one on each corner, and
one attached to his left flank. With
it he can travel faster than the
swiftest racehorse, and when hunted
by the native red men he throws it
over his neck, and smiles urbanely
upon his baffled pursuers."
Swanson roared with delight as
the doctor rolled this off his tongue,
and slapping him on the back, cried :
"You're the same old codger.
Haven't changed an inch in seven
years. You've got to stay here a
week, two weeks, a month. I've
plenty of sick stock, and some of the
boys have horses that need polish-
" Yes, sah ! " broke in the doctor's
companion, a full-blooded negro.
" We's gwine to camp down hyar
shuah a monf "
" Hold your tongue, Scip," said
the doctor. " I'm the talking man
here. Yes ! gentlemen," addressing
the attentive cowboys. " I can cure
anything that touches the ground —
biped, quadruped, or centipede —
glanders, botts, greased hoofs, heaves,
blind staggers, it makes no odds.
My universal, self-acting, double
compound elixir of equestrian oint-
ment will perform a cure in each and
every case. It is cheap ! It is sure !
It is patented ! It is the best, and it
is here. You may roll up, you may
tumble up, you may walk up, any
way to get up, or send your money
up, and you will receive a two-quart
bottle of this precious liquid, of which
I am the sole owner, proprietor, and
Again Swanson expressed his un-
bounded delight, and the audience
signified their entire approbation by
"Go it. old hoss ; keep it up!"
When the doctor first entered,
Cummings, who was extended on a
large bearskin, fastened a searching
look on him, taking in every feature
and article of wearing apparel; and
Moriarity, who was stretched near
him, regarded the new-comer with
suspicious eyes; but when they wit-
nessed the cordial greeting which
Swanson gave, they dismissed their
suspicions, and entering into the
spirit of the evening, applauded as
loudly and noisily as the rest.
Scip, who had been attending to
the horses outside, now stuck his
head through the door and shouted :
" Tole you what it was, Massa
Doctor, dis yer chile can't tote dat
bundle in alone, nohow."
"All right, Scip, I'll help you,"
and disregarding, with a wave of his
hands, the proffers of assistance
which were tendered him, the doctor
stepped on to the porch and found
Scip struggling with a large pack,
strapped to the back of a broncho,
tugging and jerking, and swearing
under his breath at " the old fool
Coming close to him the doctor
said aloud :
"Be careful, you black imp cf
Satan ; what are you so rough
about ? " and then followed in a
whisper, '' The men are both there,
Scip, or rather Chip, adopting the
Same tactics, replied :
" Honey, I's handlin' dis yeah
smoof as cotton-seed oil " — whisper-
ing, "What a rascally-looking lot !"
The doctor and Scip were none
other than the two detectives.
When Chip reached Kansas City he
hunted around for some suitable
disguise which would carry him
through in safety. In his perplexity
he went to the chief of police, with
whom he was on the most friendly
terms, and put the case before him.
The chief said :
" About seven years ago there used
to be an old fraud named Skinner, a
sort of horse-doctor, who stepped
somewhat over the line and walked
off with some other fellow's nag.
He is now putting in his time at
Jefferson City. He was hale fellow
well met with all that gang, especi-
ally Swanson, and I think if you
could run down to Jefferson City,
and put the case before the warden,
you could get pointers from him."
That afternoon Chip was in Jeffer-
son City, and walking over to the
penitentiary, found the warden
willing, and Skinner was called to
the visitor's cage.
He had three years more to serve,
and on being told that any service
he could render the State would be
taken into account and to his credit,
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he gave Chip a minute and detailed
description of his costume, manner of
doing business, and brought up
many interesting reminiscences,
which Chip carefully noted.
Sam, who had a peculiar talent for
disguises, was to take the part of
Doctor Skinner, and Chip as his
negro servant could slip in and out
without attracting much attention.
It was in these assumed characters
that the detectives made their entree
into Swanson's habitat.
Further private conversation was
barred by the massive form of Swan-
son filling the door, and urging his
friend the doctor to let " his nigger "
take charge of the stock.
" Can't be did, colonel," said the
doctor ; " can't be trusted alone near
this pack. Scip has too much love
for the bottom of the flask to allow
him too much freedom here."
"Well, I'll send one of the boys
out. Hyar, you, Abe ; mosey out
thar and yank that pack in hyar."
Abe, a strong, strapping young
plainsman, lifted the pack to his
shoulder, and, followed by the " Easy,
young man ; step lightly ; glass, you
know ; this side up with care," of the
doctor, deposited it upon the floor.
Opening the pack, the doctor held
aloft a large square bottle, on which
was pasted a yellow label, " Dr.
Sfonner's Incomparable Horse HeaL
cr" commenced rapidly to dilate
upon the peculiar excellence of the
" Gentlemen, what is good for the
noble brute is good for man. This
compound, this superior selection of
seventeen separate solvents, is war-
ranted to dissipate the most chronic
complaints. It will incite slumber,
mend the broken heart, cause the
hair to grow, is good for chapped
hands, sore eyes, and ingrowing toe-
nails. It is a panacea for all evils, and
a trial will cost you nothing."
He passed the bottle to Swanson,
who stood listening to his glib tongue
in amused wonder, and invited him
to test the medicine. Nothing loth,
the giant took a huge drink.
"Whisky," he shouted, joyfully,
"the real, old stuff," and smacking
his lips he again applied them to the
bottle. It was passed around, and
the doctor at once became the most
popular man on the ranche.
Scip, who had finally succeeded in
S WANS ON' S RANCHE.
securing his horses to his satisfaction,
during which time he had made a
tour of the premises and obtained the
lay of the land, now entered the room,
and pushing his' way through the
crowd gathered around the doctor and
his bottle of "cure all,'' spread his
hands to the fire, standing beside
" Where did you pick up the
darkey, doctor ? " inquired Swanson,
designating Scip by a jerk of his
'' The hard fact is, gentlemen, that
we picked each other up. I was 1907
and Scip was 1908."
" I repeat. I was 1907 and Scip
" You mean to say you were
" Simply that and nothing more.
I found a halter in the road one day
and picked it up, carrying it with me,
and it wasn't until a most officious
individual in blue coat and brass
buttons came along and rudely placed
a pair of exquisite steel bracelets on
my delicate wrists, that I learned
that a horse was tied at the other end
of the halter, and the gentleman who
is supposed to dispense justice in
Kansas City urged me to remove to
Jefferson City for a time ; that is all.
The number of my room was 1907,
and my coloured friend here had the
apartment next to mine."
" Yah, yah," laughed Scip ; " we
bof did our time together, suah."
This new claim on Swanson's
friendship had its effect, and the
generous quantities of whisky which"
he had swallowed having put him
into an extraordinary good humour,
he threw his arms around the doctor
and vowed he would keep him all his
Thus the two detectives, by a bold
piece of strategy, had gained entrance
to the express robbers' asylum and
had been offered the right hand of
fellowship. The evening wore on,
cards were produced, and the click of
the ivory poker chips was heard above
the low hum of conversation. The
doctor did not care to take a hand,
and Scip, apparently tired out with
his day's journey, had thrown himself
on a buffalo-robe in a corner, and
seemed fast asleep.
The doctor, his eyes half closed,
and slowly puffing his pipq, closely
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and keenly eyed every face in the
room ; but most of all he gazed at
Swanson, who, partly overcome by
liquor, was leaning back in an easy,
cane-bottomed chair, looking into the
fire. A malignant frown ever and
anon knit his low brow, and his
cruel mouth curled so as to show his
teeth, as his thoughts passed through
his befuddled brain.
Cummings and Moriarity, who had
withdrawn from the main party, had
their heads together, earnestly en-
gaged in conversation. Cummings
was evidently endeavouring to per-
suade his fainter-hearted comrade to
do something, for he often bent a
significant look on Swanson, or
pointed his thumb towards him, but
Moriarity, whose eyes were half
indicative of fear, would shake his
head as if in expostulation.
The doctor saw all this through
his half-closed eyes, and strained his
ears to catch even the slightest shred
of their conversation, but the out-
laws talked in such low tones that he
was unable to hear anything.
A glance at Scip, who was gently
snoring near them, put his mind at
rest, for he saw that the darkey was
taking in every word that dropped,
feigning sleep all the time.
A sudden movement by some of
the men roused Swanson, and look-
ing at a huge silver watch, he ordered
them all to bed at once ; which
command was obeyed by all except
Cummings, Moriarity, the doctor,
An inner room, fitted with bunks,
was used as a dormitory, but the two
robbers, as special guests, had rooms
to themselves. Going to a cupboard,
and bringing out an armful of
blankets, Swanson threw them on
" There, my hearty ; you and your
boy will have to camp out here to-
night. We're crowded, so make
yourself comfortable." And then
bidding them " Good-night," he stag-
gered to his bed.
Nothing could suit the detectives
better than this. A room to them-
selves, a warm fire, plenty of blankets,
and no suspicion of their true char-
Smoothing the blankets over tne
bearskins, the two friends lay down,
and a whispered conversation com-
S WANS ON' S RANCHE.
"What were Cummings and
Moriarity talking about, Chip ? " said
Sam, in a cautious tone.
" Cummings wants to rob the old
man, Swanson. He says he's got
thousands of dollars salted somewhere
around here, and thinks they might
as well make hay while the sun
shines, but Dan was afraid to do
" What a precious pair of rascals !
But we can use this idea first-rate to
get them over the line again."
" I thought of the same thing as
they were talking. If you could only
bring it up without awaking any sus-
picions, we might offer to help him
do the job "
"Trust me for that, old fellow.
Even if we have to commit actual
robbery, I'll do it."
"Well, keep your eyes open, and
don't be caught sleeping. Go to
sleep, now I'll keep first watch."
This was the regular system of the
two operators. While one slept the
other kept watch, and to this fact a
large portion of their successes was
The ranche became quiet, its deni-
zens all sleeping, and the night passed
without any disturbance.
THE DOCTOR TURNS CONSPIRATOR — THE PLOT TO ROB THE RANCHE.
The pseudo-doctor had been at the
ranche a week, during which he had
become quite chummy with Jim
Cummings and Dan Moriarity, who,
finding that time hung very heavily
on their hands, welcomed the jovial,
story-telling doctor, and spent most
of their time in his company.
Swanson, who was moving his
stock further west, and making pre-
parations for the spring round-up, was
obliged to be in the saddle all day,
and sometimes late at night. Al-
though a hard drinker, an unscrupu-
lous rascal and an inveterate gambler,
he was a good stock-raiser, and kept
good care of his cattle. He employed
a large force of cowboys or herders,
and, acting himself as captain of the
round-up, he would absent himself
from home for days at a time.
One morning the doctor, flashing
a significant glance towards Scip,
which said, " Take your cue and
follow me," remarked, in a careless
" I reckon the old man must have
considerable dust salted down by
As the remark was a general one
made to Cummings, Moriarity, and
Scip, the latter answered :
"Yes, sah ; Mass Swanson got a
pile of gold laid up for a rainy day,
The doctor continued :
" He's bad more than the average
run of good luck the last few years.
He told me the other day that he
only lost a few head all the year,
and was just going to ship a big
lot to Chicago."
THE DOCTOR TURNS CONSPIRATOR.
Cummings, blowing a blue column
of tobacco smoke towards the rafters,
" It's always been a question to
me where he keeps his money.
There's no bank around here."
" Oh, he's a shrewd old chap,
Swanson is," replied the doctor.
He has a private bank somewhere :
near here probably."
" Seems to me that would be
pretty risky," said Cummings. "If
he keeps it planted around here,
what would hinder someone from
finding the cache and getting off
with the plunder ?"
"I made that very remark to
him," the doctor answered; "and
he laughed and said it would take
something smarter than a cowboy or
an Injun to find it, but there are
others besides cowboys and Injuns
that come this way," with a meaning
smile. Cummings noted the smile,
and glancing at Moriarity, said :
" How would you go at it, doctor,
if you were to make the attempt ?"
The doctor laughed quietly, as
\i he appreciated the joke, and lean-
ing back in his chair, his thumbs
in the armholes of his vest, his feet
stretched on a chair before him, he
"Well, Cummings, I don't know
as I would like to do it. Swanson's
a good friend of mine, and "
" Hang it all, man, who the devil
asked you to do it ?" replied Jim,
hotly. " I was only joking ; do you
think I wanted you to "
" Not at all, my dear fellow, not
at all," said the doctor, in a soothing
tone. " No one supposed for a
minute that you thought of such a
thing, but if I was going to do a job
like that I wouldn't care to do it
alone. Two, certainly not more than
three, more to help would be neces-
sary. I would go at it about this
way : The first thing would be to
find out where Swanson kept his
money. It is doubtless kept in close
proximity to this place, evidently
well secreted, for Swanson is not a
man to let his right hand know what
his left hand is doing. I think I
would be apt to get him full some
evening, then let him win a big pot
from me in poker, and, feigning
drunkenness, I would watch very
keenly what he did with the money.
You may depend on it, it is some-
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where in this house. After I ascer-
tained the hiding-place I would sur-
prise the old fellow in his sleep with
the aid of my confederates, and
gagging him, and then binding his
arms and feet, would rob his bank
at my pleasure. That is the way I
should do it."
Cummings had followed every
word, nodding his approval and
manifesting his interest in various
ways, and without noticing what he
was saying, muttered to himself, but
so loud that the doctor overheard it,
" Just the way I would do it, and I
" What makes you think Swanson
keeps his wealth on the premises,
doctor ? " asked Moriarity.
"Safest and most convenient
place," replied the doctor. "He
probably has had a special hole or
cranny made for it, a double wall of
some room, behind some picture, or
something like that. I recollect a
chap that had a picture in his room,
fastened close to the wall just like
that picture there," and the Doctor
pointed to the only picture in the
house, a representation of the ranche
painted by some wandering artist.
" It was a painting of a man's face,
and by pressing the eye a spring was
released and the whole picture swung
back, showing a cavity back of it in
which the old miser kept his
Scip, who was always cutting some
caper, here rose to his feet, saying :
"Dunno, but mebbe Massa Swan-
son keep he truck behind that
chromiow. Heah now, I'se Massa
Swanson," and Scip imitated Swan-
son's gait. " I'se playin' poker wid
you gemmen. I'se out o' cash ;
Massa Cummins thar, he got a king
full, and lay ovah my bob-tail flush.
I say, ' Hole on thar, Massa Cum-
mins, I'se got to unl-ock de
combinashun of my safe.' Den I
walk ovah to de picture, an' I hit a
crack with my fist, so. Well, I be
damned ! "
The rest sprang to their feet in
astonishment, for, illustrating his
remarks, Scip had struck the centre
of the oil painting with his hand, and
stood dumb-founded, for the picture
noiselessly swung forward, and dis-
closed a large recess in the wall in
which little sacks of some sort of
money were piled one on the other
THE DOCTOR TURNS CONSPIRATOR.
Scip, who was evidently the most
surprised one of the party, was, how-
ever, the first to regain his
composure. Pushing the frame to
its place again, the sharp click of the
spring lock was heard, and turning
swiftly around he caught meaning
glances passing between Cummings
" Humph ! " he said to himself,
" Swanson's money is as good as
gone now unless we nab these two
The doctor, who had reseated
himself, remarked, in a tone of
"Really, this is a most remarkable
coincidence, most remarkable indeed."
"Oh! shut up that mummery,
doctor," broke in Cummings, rough-
ly, as he reared his head and squared
his shoulders, evidently intending to
make a strike. " You and your
nigger knew all about this, so you
may as well own up."
The doctor, receiving a nod from
Scip, leaned forward, his eyes fast-
ened intently on Cummings, and his
Voice, sunk to a low whisper, replied :
"And you may as well own up,
too. We're all in the same boat.
That is just what you are here for,
and if you think I am fool enough
to loaf around this hole a week for
nothing, it shows you don't know
me. I need you two, and you need
Scip and myself. Come, is it a
bargain ? "
In answer Cummings held out his
hand. The doctor grasped it
cordially, and holding his left hand
out to Moriarity, who took it, said :
"We four, for Scip is my pal, can
do it O K. We can "
"Why not do it now," said Cum-
mings, with energy. " Our horses
are here, and we can put a whole day
between us and the ranche before
Now this was just what Sam (the
doctor) did not want. During the
week which he and Scip had been
spending at the ranche, seven or
eight new men had been taken in by
Swanson, who, as was before said,
was getting in shape for the spring
round-up. Of these new men six
were Pinkerton detectives, and at
this particular time were several
miles from the ranche herding cattle.
It was necessary that these men
should be notified by Scip of the
THE GREAT ADAMS EXPRESS ROBBERY.
plot, and be ready to spring
the trap as soon as the game was
in the toils. For this reason the
doctor did not want the robbery to
occur before the next night at the
earliest. So shaking his head
decidedly, he said in an emphatic
" No. it won't do ; it would spoil
the whole thing. All the money is
in the shape of specie, and tied up in
bags. We have nothing in which to
carry it, and would have to load it as
it is on our horses. Besides, Swanson
is expecting a large payment for his
last shipment to-day. I know this,
as he told me so, and we may make
ten thousand dollars by waiting a
After some demurring, Cummings
acquiesced, although with very bad
" All right, have it your own way ;
but no later than to-morrow night."
" To-morrow night it is, then," said
the doctor ; then, as if struck with
some suspicion, he turned suddenly
and said :
" And the Lord have mercy on
your soul, Jim Cummings, if you or
your mate play us false."
" No fear of that, doctor," replied
the train robber. "You'll find ma
true blue at any rate — you're a man
after my own heart. I wish I had
known you sooner."
" Why ? "
" Because, last October I did a little
job, and was almost nabbed because
one of my pals weakened."
Moriarity looked somewhat con-
fused, but apparently not noticing it
(but in reality nothing escaped the
hawk eyes of the disguised detective)
the doctor said :
" Last October ! By jove, you aye
the Jim Cummings that did up the
Adams Express Co. The papers
were full of it. If there is any man I
have wanted to meet it is you." And
the doctor with great enthusiasm
grasped the express robber's hand
with every expression of intense ad-
miration beaming from his eyes.
His vanity tickled by this expres-
sion of homage, Cummings drew
himself to his full height, and
" Well, yes, I did that work, and if
you will stick by me we can work
another one just as good."
" I'm with you, and when I say
THE DOCTOR TURNS CONSPIRATOR.
' I,' it means Scip, too, for he is a
Scip ducked his head as he said :
"We's a hull team and a dog under
the waggin, but, Massa Doctor, I'se
goin' out to look after the hosses,"
and he left the room.
Moriarity, picking up a rifle and
cartridge belt, said he was going out
for a canter and sec what luck he
could have in the way of game.
This left Cummings and the doctor
Glancing out of the window they
saw Moriarity gallop off, and a short
distance behind Scip on his horse,
" Where did you pick up that dar-
key, doctor ? " asked Cummings.
"In St. Louis, about five years ago.
He is a good one, faithful and brave,
and will never squeal. He is just the
man to help us on this new deal."
The subject of this conversation
was all this time galloping over the
level prairie, following closely behind
Moriarity, who, with his rifle thrown
across the pommel of his saddle, wrs
on the look out for anything in the
Way of game which might come
As they rode along they would meet
one of the herders sitting at ease on
his horse, or galloping madly after
some refractory steer that was making
a break for freedom. They had in
their ride passed four of these men,
and to every one Scip gave a signal,
merely the wave of his hand in a
peculiar manner, to which the men
had responded likewise. They were
nearing another stand jtherancheman,
astride his pony, stood against the
sky like a bronze bit of sculpture.
As they came within speaking dis-
tance Scip, drawing in his horse,
" I's goin' to loaf aroun' heah a bit,
Massa Dan. I'll wait fer you."
"All right," responded Dan, who
gave his horse the spurs and swiftly
disappeared behind the swell of land.
Scip, walking his nag, drew near the
" Hye thar, honey, got any
'bacco ? "
" Plenty, blacky, plenty."
" Den give me some."
"What is it, Chip?" asked the
cowboy as Moriarity swept out of
" We have work to do to-morrow
THE GREAT ADAMS EXPRESS ROBBERY.
night, Barney ; you must get the boys
together, go down the divide to the
ford and cross over, ready to come
when I whistle. To-morrow night
we must bag our game."
" We will be there, Chip, and I am
glad of it, for it's devilish monotonous
staying out here all day."
"There will be a break in the
monotony that will suit you. Be
sure to be at the other side of the
ford before twelve o'clock to-morrow
Chip then explained to him the
details of the projected robbery and
the plan of capturing the outlaws as
soon as they had crossed into Kansas,
for the divide was the southern State
line of that State.
Barney, again repeating his state-
ment that he would be there, loped
his horse after some cattle that were
straying too far off, and Chip, or rather
Scip, stretching himself on the ground,
awaited Moriarity's return.
They arrived home in time for
supper, and found Swanson had
returned from Blue Jacket, where he
had gone that morning ; and the fact
that he had made up beds for the
doctor and Scip in a side room was
accepted by Cummings as proof that
he had received the money he
expected, and wanted the room to
himself that he might put his wealth
behind the picture unobserved.
The next day the ranche was
deserted save by the four con-
spirators, who made preparations for
the robbery of Swanson's money,
which was to take place that night.
The picture was tried until the proper
point for touching the hidden spring
was found. A supply of food was
quietly secreted in a bag and hid near
the divide. Some heavy flour sacks
made of canvas were ripped open, and
suitable bags for carrying the money
were made from the pieces. All
these preparations were made without
interruption or discovery, and except-
ing a long ride which Scip made in
the afternoon, ostensibly for the pur-
pose of exercising his horse, but really
that he might again see the detectives
who were acting as cowboys, the dav
wore along without any incident cut
of the ordinary wajr.
THE ROBBERY— CUMMINGs' NARROW ESCAPE — THE CAPTURE OF MORIARITV-
JIM CUMMINGS SUPS FROM THE TOILS — MR. PxNKERTON TAKES A HAND.
The ranche was asleep. Heavy
breathing and deep snores from the
sleeping-rooms indicated that slumber
had fallen on all the inmates. Swan-
son, who had been repeatedly urged
to drink by Cummings and Moriarity,
and had accepted every invitation,
was stretched on his back — a drunken
mass of stupidity.
The stamping of the horses and
dutant movements of the thousands
of head of cattle alone broke the
silence of the night, and the darkness
had cast its pall over the entire
In the large room Scip and the
doctor coolly and calmly awaited the
hour of their triumph. Fear was a
stranger to both, and as they quietly
conversed in whispered accents it
would be difficult to believe -that they
were about to engage in a most
desperate enterprise. In another
room lay Cummings and Moriarity,
completely dressed. The former,
with his habitual sang-froid, was
whispering to Moriarity, who, some-
what excited, was calmed by his
companion's nonchalance, and as
the hour for the work drew near
became like him.
A stealthy step, noiseless as an
Indian's, interrupted the conver-
sation, and the faint rap on the
door gave them the long-looked-for
Creeping on their hands and
knees down the hall past Swanson's
door, through which his hoarse
breathing could be heard, the two
men entered the room in which
the treasure was stored. The dying
THE GREAT ADAMS EXPRESS ROBBERY,
embers in the fireplace created a
dull glow, showing the doctor and
Scip, booted and spurred, standing
in the centre of the room. Softly
Cummings approached the picture,
his finger found the spring through
the canvas, and, pressing it hard, the
frame swung slowly forward as if
reluctant to give up its precious
Rapidly taking one bag after
another from the cavity, Cummings
passed them to Moriarity, who
placed them in the bags prepared for
The doctor and Scip had gone
outside and now brought the four
horses nearer the door. This they
did that they might have as little to
do with the robbery as possible, and
they had so managed it that Jim
and Dan had done the actual theft.
Moriarity had brought two of the
bags which the doctor had placed
on his own and Scip's horse, and
had gone back for the third, when
the door from the inner hall
'opened, and, his tangled hair
hanging in mats oyer his eyes, his
clothing disarranged, his face purple
with rage and a revolver in each
hand, Swanson appeared before the
The dim light of the fire showed
the picture open, and befogged as
his brain was by the whisky, he
realised he was being robbed, and
with a roar like a mad bull he
sprang upon Cummings.
Swift as a flash Cummings' fist,
sent forward with all the force of
his powerful frame, struck the
rancheman under the ear, and tossing
his arms above his head he fell like
a dead man on the floor.
The sound of many feet hurrying
to the scene was heard and, leaving
the bag which he was about to take
when Swanson sprang on him, Cum-
mings bolted through the door,
vaulted on his horse, and followed
closely by his companions, rushed
swiftly into the darkness. It was
none too soon, for at once a half
score ox men poured from the house,
and the vicious snap of the rifles,
followed by the pin-n-n-g of the
bullets, as they cut the air close to
their heads, caused the four men
to drive their spurs into their
ponies until the blood dropped
from their lacerated flanks.
Galloping swiftly to where the herd-
ing ponies were tethered, Cummings
sprang from his horse, and, whipping
out his keen bowie knife, cut lariat
after lariat, stampeding the whole
herd. This done he remounted his
horse, saying :
"Now we can take our time ; they
won't get a horse to saddle under an
hour," cantered off with an easy,
"Curse that Swanson!" broke in
Cummings, after riding in silence a
few moments. " Curse him ! he kept
me from making an extra ten thou-
sand by his cursed appearance."
Neither the doctor nor Scip replied
to this outburst from the disap-
pointed outlaw. The time for action
was coming, and as fast as their horses
could gallop, the two outlaws were
riding towards the trap laid for them.
Leaning forward, with the skill of an
expert pickpocket, Scip drew the
revolver from the holster on Cum-
mings' saddle, and dropped it in the
dry grass which bordered the trail.
Watching his opportunity, he pushed
his horse against Moriarity, and in
the slight confusion caused by the
colli i>n, he managed to obtain Dan's
revolver in the same way. A whisper
• told the doctor that this had been
done, and the disguised detectives
each rode bsside the man which they
were to capture, the doctor keeping
his eye on Cummings, and Scip ready
to pull Moriarity off his horse at the
On the other side of the river or
divide dark shadows stood under the
few cottonwood trees, motionless and
quiet as the grave ; their ears strained
to catch the first sound of their
quarry, and their hands grasped the
The far-off sound of galloping
horses warned them that the time to
act had come, and soon the splashing
of the water in the creek told them
to stand ready.
The voice of Scip was heard saying
in loud tones :
" Heah's de trail, gemmen, ovah d:3
The scurry of hoofs as the horses
clambered up the steep banks, the
low-spoken words of encouragement
which were given their steeds by the
robbers, and suddenly the shrill
whistle giving the long-lookcd-for
signal rang out on the still air.
THE GREAT ADAMS EXPRESS ROBBERY.
As Scip gave the whistle he passed
his arm around Moriarity, saying :
" Dan Moriarity, you are my
His words were instantly followed
by the rush of the detectives who had
been lving in ambush, and Moriarity,
taken completely by surprise, threw
his hands above his head in token of
surrender, and then passively sub-
mitted to having the darbies snapped
on his wrists.
Cummings, at the first note of
the vibrating signal, had his eyes
opened. His hand flew to his holster,
and the mocking laugh of the detect-
ives followed the discovery that his
revolver was gone.
Sam laid his hand on the outlaw's
shoulder, and pressing his revolver
against his head, called on him to
Throwing his hands over his head
as Moriarity had done, he suddenly
brought his clenched fists full against
Sam's temple, putting into the blow
the strength of three men. Without
a groan the detective's head sank
forward, his revolver dropped from
his nerveless grasp, and he lay uncon-
scious on his horse's back.
A yell of exultation, and Cum-
mings, turning his horse, dashed down
the bank, through the stream, and
disappeared in the darkness on the
Instantly the detectives followed,
leaving two men to guard Moriarity,
for in the darkness Sam's condition
was not noticed ; but seeing the folly
of attempting a pursuit in so dark a
night, Chip's whistle recalled them,
and the chagrined and disappointed
operatives gathered around the
Sam, who had merely been
stunned, soon recovered, and with
the aid of some brandy Richard was
himself once more.
The notorious Jim Cummings had
escaped, but two of his accomplices,
Cook and Moriarity, were in the
clutches of the law.
Dan maintained a dogged silence
as the cavalcade cantered towards
Kansas City, nor did he speak a word
until he was safe behind the bars in
" You have caught me by a dirty,
shabby trick, but you will never lay
your hands on Jim Cummings," he
To this Chip replied, with a smile,
•We'll see, Daniel ; we'll see. Make
vourself comfortable, for you will
stav here a good long time, my cock
A growl and a curse was all that
Dan deigned to answer, and turning
on his heel Chip left the prison.
Mr. Pinkerton, who had received
almost daily reports of what had
occurred, which reports Chip had
contrived to mail through some one
of the detectives disguised as a cow-
boy, now telegraphed that he would
be in Kansas City the following
night. Chip and Sam met him at
the railway station, and he accom-
panied them to Chip's room.
A full and detailed recital of all
that occurred was given him by his
subordinates, who then put the case
in his hands.
"Boys," he said, "we. must get
one of these men, either Cook or
Mnriarity, to squeal."
'' They are both afraid of Jim
Cummings ; I can see that in every
word they speak," said Chip ; " they
would rather go to Jefferson City
than turn State's evidence."
" We must work on them in some
other manner, then. Sam," turning
to the detective, " are you a good
hand at forgery ? "
"I can imitate most any one's
handwriting," said Sam.
" Sit down and I will dictate a
letter to you."
Sam, taking some paper from the
table, wrote as Mr. Pinkerton dictated.
" Mr. William Pinkerton,
" Dear Sir, — The letter I wrote to
St. Louis Globe- Democrat is all
correct, excepting that I did not tell
who plugged the bell-cord. The man
Dan Moriarity, who is now under
arrest in Kansas City, was the man
who did it. He also forged the order
which I gave to the messenger
Fotheringham, and was the one who
planned the robbery. I make this
statement relying" on your word of
honour to secure me a light sentence
if I turn State's evidence, and give
information leading to the recev? ?
of the money which I secured.
" Yours trulv,
" Jim Ci'V.^r-f -~-.''
Mr. Pinkerton, taking from his
pocket-book the train robber's IcL't^r
which he wrote to the St. I.oua
newspaper, handed it to Sam.
THE GREAT ADAMS EXPRESS ROBBERY.
" There is a letter in Jim's hand-
writing. Now sit down a.id write
this letter in the same hand."
In an hour the detective had com-
pleted his work and laid the forged
letter before his superior. It was
cleverly done, and Mr, Pinkerton felt
" Now for the gaol," he said, and
accompanied by his two " bowers," as
he often called them, he left the room
and walked to the Kansas City gaol.
MORIARITY IX THE SWEAT BOX — THE SUCCESS OF THE FORGED LETTER
— MORIARITY CONFESSES.
Dan Moriarity, seated on a bare
plank bench in his cell, was passing
away the weary hours in figuring
how he was to get out of the bad
scrape into which he had plunged.
He was now fully satisfied that the
detectives were very certain that he
had a hand in the express-car robbery,,
but how did they get hold of that
dangerous fact ? Not through Cook,
for since his incarceration in the gaol
Dan had talked with Cook in the
corridors, and Cook had sworn by all
that was good and holy that he had
not divulged a single word ; and
knowing that Cook stood in mortal
fear of Cummings, as did he himself,
Dan believed him.
It was not at all probable that
eitner Haight or Weaver had given
the thing away in Chicago, for Dan
knew from Cummings that they had
not been disturbed, and Cummings
had not, or would not, have given
any information. Then how did the
cursed " man-hunters " find out that
he had helped in the affair ?
Dan was busily engaged in trying
to solve this knotty question, when
the bailiff in charge entered the door
and told Dan to follow him to the
When Dan reached the room he
found three gentlemen awaiting him,
all strange faces to the robber. The
eldest of the three, as he came in,
pointed to a chair, and with com-
manding brevity and in a tone which
indicated that he was used to being
obeyed, told him to sit down.
The full glare of the light stream-
ing in through the window fell full
THE GREAT ADAMS EXPRESS ROBBERY.
upon his face, while the remainder of
the party, their faces turned towards
him, were comparatively in the
shadow, thus having him at a dis-
advantage. As was before remarked,
Moriarity possessed a certain amount
of bull courage, and seeing he was in
for it, and feeling that he was to be
put through the sweating process, he
sat erect in his chair, his lips com-
pressed and his whole demeanour
that of a cornered man determined to
Mr. Pinkerton saw that, and with
courteous suavity inquired, " Is this
Mr. Moriarity ? "
" What's the use of asking me ?
You know well enough who I am,"
replied Dan, in short, curt syllables.
" Of course, of course ; but I
thought I might be mistaken."
"Well, you aren't."
" Now, Mr. Moriarity, I think, if
you are inclined to, you can get your-
self out of this scrape."
" Ya-as, I suppose so."
" You will let me introduce my-
self. My name is William Pinker-
Dan looked at the great detective
with interest and a certain amount of
awe, which, however, he quickly
overcame, and determined to keep a
stiffer upper lip than ever.
"Oh! You're Billy Pinkerton,
are you ? "
"Yes, I am Billy Pinkerton, and
I've been hunting for you for some
" Well, you ought to be satisfied ;
you've caught me."
" More than satisfied, Mr. Mori-
arity, for I've caught your friend too."
" Cook ? "
" Oh, he was gaoled before you."
" You don't mean Jim ? "
" You can't stuff me with any such
yarn as that."
" Would you like to see him ? "
asked Mr. Pinkerton, quickly.
" Seeing's believing."
Turning to the bailiff, Mr. Pinker-
ton inquired :
"What cell is Jim Cummings in?"
" Forty-three, sir."
" Will you take us there ? "
" Yes, sir. This way, please."
The detectives, with Moriarity,
followed the turnkey and passing the
entire length of the corridor, paused
in front of cell forty-three.
The door of solid sheet steel had
a small circular opening in it through
which the guards could inspect their
Opening this Mr. Pinkerton looked
in, and stepping back, told Moriarity
to step forward.
Dan applied his eye to the opening,
and in surprised tones exclaimed,
" By God, it is Jim ! "
He again looked, and clenching his
fist pounded on the door. " Jim !
Jim!" he cried. ,: They got you
" Here, none of that," said the
bailiff, in a gruff tone. " None of
that, I say." And taking Dan by the
arm he marched him back to the
" You see, Mr. Moriarity, I told
the truth," said Mr. Pinkerton in a
" Looks like it," growled Dan.
" But I don't see how the devil you
'• Very easily done. He gave him-
" What's that ? " shouted Dan, as
he almost bounded from his chair.
" He gave himself up, I said,"
repeated Mr. Pinkerton.
"Jim Cummings gave himself up !"
said Dan, slowly, as if trying to grasp
" Exactly. He saw we had him,
and that he couldn't get away, so to
make his sentence as light as possible
he did the best thing he could do, and
Almost dumbfounded by this sur-
prise, Dan sat speechless and stared
blankly at the detective.
" Do you know, Mr. Moriarity,"
Mr. Pinkerton continued, "you strike
me as being remarkably clever."
Arousing himself, Dan answered in
a savage tone :
" What are you driving at now ? "
" I mean that up to the time that
Cummings surrendered himself we
thought he was the principal man in
the case, the prime mover and director
of the whole affair, but now we find
we are mistaken. That is why I say
you are clever You simply used
him as a catspaw, and played hide
and seek with our whole for^e ; and
the man that can do that as long as
you did is remarkably clever." And
Mr. Pinkerton smiled admiringly at
the man who sat before him.
Puzzled at the words, and trying
TIlEr GREAT ADAMS EXPRESS R OS BERT.
to see beneath the surface, Dan said :
" Oh ! come now, stop your chaffing ;
I won't squeal, and you can't make
me. What do you want me for,
Mr. Pinkerton's face became stern,
and dropping the tone of levity
which he had employed, he opened
the letter Sam had forged, and sud-
denly handing it to Dan, said :
"We want to know if what Jim
Cummings says there is true."
Somewhat impressed by Mr.
Pinkerton's manner, Dan commenced
to read the letter.
At first he hardly understood its
purport, but slowly the realisation of
his friend's treachery came over him,
and springing to his feet he brought
his fist down on the chair and shouted
in angry tones :
"It's a damned lie ! "
Without noticing the bailiff or
the detectives, he paced the floor
with angry strides, his eyes flashing
ana the veins in his forehead
swelling until they stcod out like
The bailiff, at a sign from Mr.
Pinkerton, stationed himself at the
door, but too excited to notice the
movement, Dan continued to walk
to and fro like a caged lion.
"That is why he gave himself
up, the coward — the lying turn-
tale ! The treacherous dog ! Swear-
ing it off on me to save a few yea^s
of his miserable life out of gaol. See
here ! " stopping suddenly before
Mr. Pinkerton. " That traitor made
me swear I would never squeal.
All I got out of the whole swag was
two thousand dollais, but even then,
if he had done the square thing I
would have kept mum, though I
were sent down to rock-pile. But
the man that would play that low,
scaly trick on me is going to suffer
for it. What do you want to know ? "
" Now you are getting sensible,"
said Mr. Pinkerton. "We want to
get the money. You know where
it is ? We know that last October
a valise was sent to you from
St. Louis to Leavenworth, which
you were to give to Cook. We
know that Cook received some of
the stolen money. You had some,
too. We have shadowed you all
over Kansas City. You have been
seen in the White Elephant playing
faro ; you were followed to the
widow's fortune-telling room. We
know where you lived, and have
letters which you received from
"That isn't his name," broke
Mr. Pinkerton stopped. He saw
he had Dan up to the proper point,
and where before he would have
died rather than given a grain of
information in connection with the
case, he was now anxious to tell
all he knew of it. Dan continued:
" Jim Cummings isn't his right
name any more'n it's mine. His
name is Fred Wittrock, and he
lives in Chicago."
" Where ? "
"At West Lake Street.
"Will you swear to that?"
" Yes, I will ; he runs a coalyard
there — he and a man named
Weaver. I had nothing to do
with robbing the car. It was all
done before I ran across Wittrock
near Pacific, and he gave me $2,000
to keep my mouth shut and help
plant the plunder."
" Do you know where it is
planted ? "
" Pa.rt of it, yes. Weaver and
another fellow named Haight have
some hid in Chicago. Some is hid in
the graveyard near Leavenworth, and
some of it behind Cook's cooper-shop."
" Has Fotheringham got any of it ? "
" Fotheringham hadn't anything
to do with it — any more'n you did — -
Wittrock knocked him down, and
he couldn't help himself."
" Mr. Moriarity, if all this is true,
you will be benefited by the informa-
tion you have given." Then turning
to the bailiff, he said, " We are
through now." Moriarity, still
cursing Cummings, was led back to
the cell, and the detectives left the
gaol for Chip's boarding-house.
"It's plain sailing now, boys,"
said Mr. Pinkerton ; " this end has
been worked dry, and you must
return to Chicago with me. Cum-
mings, or rather Wittrock, if Mori-
arity has spoken the truth, will
certainly make for Chicago, and
you must be ready for him."
The next- day the three detectives
were on their way to Chicago, leaving
Barney, who had played the part of
Jim Cummings in cell forty-three,
to remain in Kansas City and hunt
for the "planted swag."
JIM CUMMINGS IN CHICAGO — THE SPOTTED HOUSE— SHADOWED BY CHIP-
JIM CUMMINGS ARRESTED.
When Jim Cummings, by his bold
strike for liberty, escaped the trap set
for him, he pushed his horse to its
highest speed until he had put miles
between himself and the spot where
the detectives had made the attempt
to capture him.
He saw that Dan was captured, and
with Cook also in gaol he felt the toils
of the law tightening around him.
He must get out of the United
States. To Canada, Mexico, Brazil,
it mattered little, but he must first
secure some of the money he had
taken from the express car. To go
to Kansas City or Leavenworth to
raise it was like putting his head into
Chicago was the only place open
for him, and to Chicago he must go
as fast as horse and steam could get
While he was thinking of all these
things his horse was plunging
through the dark over the plain,
skirting the timber, dashing through
streams of water without staying his
speed, and at last the ring of its hoofs
striking the steel rail, and the crunch-
ing of the gravel, informed Jim that
he was crossing a railroad track.
He pulled in his panting steed,
and, far on the horizon, he saw the
approaching head-light of an engine.
In the hurry and confusion in-
cident to his escape, the outlaw had
lost his bearings, but knew that this
must be the M., T & K. R. R., and
shining over the head-light he saw
the Great Dipper circling in the
The train was, then, a south-bound
train, either passenger or freight.
Looking south along the track, he
JIM CUMMINGS ARRESTED.
spied a small light twinkling through
the night ; and now, having re-
covered his reckoning, he surmised
it was the water-tank some miles
below Blue Jacket.
He must reach that before the train
arrived. Putting spurs to his horse,
he flew down the track, the gravel
flying in all directions, his sure-footed
animal keeping the ties, nor did he
pull rein or slack his speed until the
large tank of the water station rose
above him. Jumping from his horse,
he walked to the keeper's shanty.
The man was awake and trimming
his lantern, nor did he exhibit any
surprise at the advent of his belated
" What train is this coming ? "
" Galveston express," answered the
" Does she take water here ? "
" Every time."
" By jove ! that's lucky I was on
my way to Blue Jacket to catch it,
and got turned around."
"Where's your horse?"
" Out near the tank. I will be back
in five days, and if you will take care
of it I will make it all right for you."
" That's OK. I often do that for
the boys ; but here's your train."
The long train of cars drew up and
came to a standstill as Jim left the
shanty. Climbing aboard the smoker,
he found a seat, and was soon on the
way to Galveston. Arriving there,
he took a gulf steamer to New
Orleans, where he boarded an Illinois
Central train and came to Chicago,
where he arrived a week after his
escape from the detectives.
Late in the evening of the day
on which he arrived he boarded
a West Lake Street car and jumped
off at — Lake Street, knocked at
the door of a small frame build-
ing over which was the sign, " F
Wittrock and Co. Hard and Soft
No lights were visible, and for
some time no answer came. Finally
the noise of 1 shuffling feet were heard,
and a clear voice inquired :
"Who's ther e/ ?"
" It is I ; be not afraid," answered
'^Thunder and lightning, it's
Fred ! " exclaimed the voice in
accents of great astonishment.
" Well, why the devil don't you
108 THE GREAT ADAMS EXPRESS ROBBERY,
let me in, then ? " asked Cummings,
his mouth close to the keyhole.
" Not the front door, Fred. Go to
the corner, then up the cross street,
andcome'back through the coal-yard."
Cummings did as he was told, and
entering the yard was met by
Weaver, who dragged him into the
house, and after carefully closing the
door, lit the lamp and said :
" Dan's arrested."
" Tell me something I don't know,
" So is Cook."
" If you have any news to tell me,
out with it ; if you haven't, go get
the money. This cursed country is
getting too hot for me. I'm off for
" The money is safe. Haight will
be here soon. You are safe here."
" Don't you be too sure about that.
I thought I was safe down at Swan-
son's ranche, and damn it, two of
those Pinkerton detectives ate with
me, slept with me, and gambled with
me. They had their hands on me
once, but I floored one and got away.
Dan, the coward, threw up his hand
the first bluff, and was walked off
with the darbies on him."
"Jim, suppose he should turn
informer ? "
A terrible frown blackened the
outlaw's brow, his eyes became hard
and steely, and raising his hand
above his head, he said :
" So help me God, I would hunt
him up, tear his cowardly heart from
his breast, and choke him to death
with it, if I had to go to prison to do
it and was hung for it."
An involuntary shudder passed
through Weaver as he heard these
fearful words, and he hastened to
" No danger of Dan's squealing.
Fred.. He's true blue."
" If he don't give the Express
robbery away he can easily get out of
this other scrape. You see, we had
a lay to get away with Swanson's
money, and the two detectives went
in with us. That is how they got
Dan, and nearly captured me. If
Dan keeps his mouth shut they can't
prove anything against him on
account of the Adams Express affair.
So, you see, if he is wise he will keep
While the two men were thus
conversing, Chip and Sam were
yiM CUMMlNGS ARRESTMti.
seated before an open window on the
second floor of the house opposite the
coal office. The city directory
readily gave them the address of
Wittrock's coalyard, and securing this
room, a constant watch had been
kept on the spotted house.
Nothing suspicious had been noted
during the day ; customers had
passed in and out, and Sam had even
bought a half ton of coal, which was
carried to his room. The two men
who ran the coalyard, whose names
were found to be Weaver and
Haight, were well spoken of in the
neighbourhood, and did not look to *
be the sort of stuff out of which
train robbers were manufactured.
While buying the coal Sam had
purposely called Weaver " Mr. Witt-
" That isn't my name," said
Weaver "Me and my pardner
bought out Wittrock last October."
" Excuse me," said Sam ; " I saw
the name over the door, and thought
you were the gentleman."
'• We don't like to pull down the
sign. People know the yard by that
name, an' we don't care, so long as
they buy the coal."
This was said so frankly and
openly that Sam almost believed it
to be true. But the ca;e was begin-
ning to be too interesting to allow
risks to be taken, so the detectives
kept their long and tedious watch
night and day. They had failed to
see Cummings when he leaped from
the car, for a team crossing the track
had delayed the car long enough for
him to get into the shadows on the
other side of the street, so that the
detectives little knew that the man
they wanted was only just across the
street from them.
They recognised Haight when he
let himself in with a latchkey, but as
this was not unusual, they thought
little of it.
When Cummings left the coal
office he passed through the alley,
and going south to Randolph Street,
returned to the hotel for the night.
The next day two of the Pinkerton
force relieved Sam and Chip, who
immediately went to their room at
the Commercial Hotel, where they
As Chip was eating his supper that
evening, and glancing over the Even-
ing Journal, a large broad-shouldered
THE GREAT ADAMS EXPRESS ROBBERY
man, wearing a heavy moustache,
passed the table, and seating himself
at another one, faced the detective.
It was part of Chip's religion never
to allow any man to pass him or
remain near him without looking at
him carefully, so lowering the paper
Until his eye could see just above the
upper edge, he glanced at the new-
comer. A thrill like an electric shock j
passed through him, for in every
feature, except the heavy moustache,
Chip saw Jim Cummings, the Adams
The broad girth of his shoulders,
the triangular gold-filling of his front
tooth, the peculiar manner of hanging
his head slightly on side as if he were
a trifle deaf, all belonged to Jim
Cummings — all but the moustache.
Was it real or false ? If real, the man
was not the noted robber ; but if false
— well, if it were false, Chip had a bit
of paper in his pocket which would
take it off.
Re felt in his packet for the war-
rant, and to his disgust recollected
thai Sam had it-
He could do nothing without it.
He timed his s. upper so nicely with
that of the suspected man that they
both rose together, Chip passing out
first ; but going down the stairs he
fell back, and the electric light
revealed to the keen eyes of the
detective that the moustache was
It was the train robber.
Cummings, simply stopping a
moment to buy a cigar, walked
through the office, then crossed Lake
on 'Dearborn Street, and walked to
Randolph, closely followed by Chip.
A Randolph Street car came along,
and Jim sprang on the front plat-
form, Chip jumping on the rear one.
Passing through the car, he opened
the front door and stood beside Cum-
mings, who was puffing his cigar, his
coat collar pulled up and his fur cap
drawn down over his ears.
Pulling a cigar from his pocket,
Chip felt for some matches, but
apparently not finding any, he asked :
" I beg your pardon, but would
you mind giving me some fire? "
Cummings held out his lighted
cigar, at the same time darting a
searching look at his questioner, but
in the handsome, well-dressed, almost
dandified young man before him, he
failed to recognise the uncouth,
JIM CUMMINGS ARRESTED.
grimacing Scip of. Swanson's ranche.
The pair rode along together, and
after passing Halsted Street some
distance, Chip saw that he was getting
ready to jump off at the next cross
street, so, as soon as the car reached
the street, Chip stepped off and
walked briskly towards Lake Street.
Cummings rode to the other cross-
ing and did the same, utterly with-
out any suspicion whatever.
Although Chip walked straight
ahead, he kept his eye on the dark
figure moving, parallel to his course
on the other side, and saw it turn
abruptly to the left and enter the alley.
Quickening his steps, Chip hurried
to the house in which the watch was
kept, and bounding up the steps, to
his delight found Sam in the room.
" Cummings is over there," said
" Sure ? "
"As certain as I am that I live."
" Come on, then ! " And Sam ran
down the steps, followed by Chip and
the other two detectives.
As they reached the foot of the
stairs the door of the coal office
opened and three men stepped out on
"The devil," said Chip, "that is
more than I bargained for."
The three men stood a moment
conversing, then the detectives heard
Cummings say :
" I'll be back in an hour," as he
turned east and walked away.
The other two, Weaver and
Haight, turned in the opposite direc-
tion and sauntered slowly along.
Turning to the two men who had
been sent to relieve them, Chip
"Follow those two, and arrest
them if possible without any noise ;
your warrant covers them."
By this time Cummings was some
little distance below them, strolling
leisurely along, and at the next
corner the detectives saw him enter
a saloon. '
Crossing the street, their revolvers
in their side coat-pockets ready for
use, Sam and Chip entered the
Cummings, without the false mous-
tache, which he had either removed
or lost (in fact, it dropped off as he
entered the coalyard), had just ordered
a drink as the detectives entered.
Without a second's hesitation Chip
THE GREAT ADAMS EXPRESS ROBBERY,
stepped up to him, and placing his
hand on the train robber's shoulder,
said quietly :
" Fred Wittrock, alias Jim Cum-
mings, I want you."
Wittrock sprang back as though
he had been shot, and glaring like an
enraged lion, seemed about to rush
upon the audacious detective.
In a twinkling the cold barrels of
two revolvers were levelled at his
head, and, with the address and skill
of a practised adept, Sam passed his
twisted steel wire "come aldngs"
around the outlaw's wrist, and Jim
Cummings' career stopped short.
Any attempt at escape was hopeless,
and in silent surrender he held out
his other hand and Chip snapped the
handcuffs on him.
Before the people in the saloon had
recovered from their astonishment,
the detectives had taken the desperate
prisoner away, and finding a livery
stable near, drove to the Pinkerton
headquarters. Haight and Weaver
had not gone a block before the two
detectives arrested them without any
struggle, so that within one short
half hour the three principals of the
Great Adams 1 Express robbery were
placed behind the bars.
JIM CCMMINGS IN PINKERTON S SWEAT-BOX — HIS CONFESSION.
All night long "Jim Cummings"
walked the narrow limits of his room,
still undaunted and fearless as of old.
The gravity of his position only
made him the more daring, and
when the first beams of the morning
broke through the barred window he
had recovered his usual grit and
nerve, and determined to die hard
and game. Mr. Pinkerton, alone,
came into the room just as the outlaw
had finished the excellent breakfast
which had been served him. Jim
looked up, and holding out his hand,
in a cheery voice said :
" Good morning, Mr. Pinkerton."
For a second Air. Pinkerton hardly
knew what to say. He was prepared
to encounter either a desperate or a
sullen prisoner, and was somewhat
taken back when he received such a
cordial greeting. It was but a second,
and fully alive to all the tricks and
manoeuvres practised by arrested cri-
minals, he was on the qui vive.
"Good morning, Mr. ' Cummings.'
I trust you have had a good break-
fast ? "
" You slept well ? "
" I trust you will be able to amuse
yourself during the day."
" I won't amuse you, that's certain."
" You have been doing that for
" That's all right. Now, what am
I here for ? "
" Just so. What arc you here for ? "
" You've got the wrong man, Mr.
" Indeed ! "
"Just now you called me 'Mr.
THE GREAT ADAMS EXPRESS ROBBERY.
"I should perhaps have said Mr.
" What did you call me ' Cum-
mings ' for, then ? "
" As you christened yourself you
ought to know."
" I'm arrested, of course, now for
what ? "
" To tell the fact, Mr. Wittrock, it
is because some time last October you
played a little joke on the Adams
Express Company, and they appreci-
ated it so highly that they hired me
to find you, so that they could tell
" You dare accuse me of committing
that robbery ? "
"That's about the size of it."
"Why, man, I wasn't within five
hundred miles of the place when it
" Where were you ? "
"I was in New Orleans."
"Positive of that?"
" I can prove it."
" Yes, I can. You go over to my
coalyard at — West Lake Street, and
ask my partner, Weaver. He will
tell you where I was at that time."
" Is he your partner ? "
" Strange, very strange. He said
he bought you out last October."
"You've been there, have you ?"
" That is what he said."
'' Or you do."
" You wouldn't dare say that out-
side of this room."
" Don't get excited, Mr. Wittrock.
We have had enough bantering.
You might as well make a clean
breast of the whole affair, for we have
a clear case against you."
" I tell you I was at New Orleans
at the time."
" You were not. Listen to me, and
I can prove you are a liar."
Wittrock flushed, and he began to
get angry, which was just what Mr.
Pinkerton wanted, and glaring at his
persecutor he folded his arms and
settled defiantly back in his chair.
Mr. Pinkerton quietly continued :
" A week before the robbery was
committed you and a man named
Haight took a room at — Chestnut
Street. On the twenty-third of
October you sent a valise to Daniel
Moriarity at Leavenworth, Kansas,
and a letter instructing him to give
je/Af CUMMINGS CONFESSES.
its contents to Oscar Cook, of Kansas
City. A few days after you com-
mitted the robbery, and in a cave
near Pacific, you, with^loriarity and
Haight, divided the ill-gotten wealth.
You then rowed down the river to St.
Louis, or near there, and from thence
went to Kansas City You were often
seen playing faro at the White Ele-
phant, and one night you knocked
one of my men senseless when he had
arrested Moriarity, and took him to
old Nance, the widow. Still later,
you, Cook, and Moriarity took refuge
in Swanson's ranche in the Indian
Territory, and after attempting to rob
your host, which attempt was frus-
trated by my men, you came, in some
roundabout way, to Chicago, where
you put up at the Commercial Hotel,
disguised by a false moustache. Every
evening you went to — West Lake
Street, and last night you were
arrested. Now, Mr. Wittrock, what
have you to say ?"
" That's a very pretty yarn ; but
as I don't happen to be the man that
did all that I don't see how it con-
" Look at that and tell me what
you have to say," and Mr Pinkerton
laid before him the sworn deposition
of Daniel Moriarity, in which all the
facts that Mr. Pinkerton had been
relating were set forth.
Wittrock did not show a trace of
feeling other than amusement as he
re"ad the long and legally worded
document, and passing it back to Mr.
Pinkerton with a gesture of disdain,
he said :
" So on the strength of that cock-
and-bull story you mean to hold me
for that robbery ? "
"There isn't a word of truth in
it. That man, Moriarity, is a noted
" Ah ! " said Mr. Pinkerton, quick-
ly, " you know Moriarity ? "
" That is — I mean — yes, I sort
of know him," stammered Witt-
rock, in confusion ; " I have heard of
" You are in desperate straits, Mr.
Wittrock," said the detective. " In
such desperate straits that you are
doing the worst possible thing —
denying all that is proved true. We
have you safe and secure, and enough
evidence against you to send you to
Jefferson City for a long term of
THE GREAT ADAMS EXPRESS ROBBERY.
years. You can lighten your sen-
tence by one thing."
" You don't catch me that way. I
am not to be taken in by soft words,
and all the traps you set for me
won't make me confess that I had
anything to do with the robbery.
You've arrested me without cause,
and if there is any law in the land
I'll make you suffer for it," and
Wittrock walked excitedly around
Mr. Pinkerton did not reply to
this, but touching a bell, told the
man who opened the door to bring
in the other prisoners.
Wittrock had resumed his seat,
his head bowed forward and eyes cast
down, but hearing the door opening,
he glanced up and saw Weaver and
Haight, followed by two detectives,
ushered into his room.
Both of them looked discouraged
and broken-spirited. The heart had
been taken from them by their arrest,
and Wittrock's boldness and defiant
manner began to melt as he saw
his faint-hearted accomplices.
" You here, too," he exclaimed.
"Looks like it, don't it," said
Haight, with a grim smile.
" You may as well own up, Fred,"
said Weaver, " they have the drop
" Coward ! " hissed Wittrock.
Then turning suddenly to Mr.
Pinkerton, he said :
" That cur is right, you have the
drop on us."
" Then you confess you committed
the robbery ? "
" Yes," he answered, curtly.
" Was Fotheringham in the ring,
too ? "
" Fotheringham hadn't a thing to '
do with it."
" How came it, then, that we
found some of the Adams express
letter-heads in his trunk, and which
were not the ones printed for the
company ? "
" Did you do that ? "
"Yes; ten or twenty sheets."
" He never got them from us.
The first time I ever saw him was
when I jumped on his car in St.
Mr. Pinkerton looked at the frank,
open face of the train robber, and
wondered that such a man could
have committed the crime for
which he was now locked up in
yiM CUMM1NGS CONFESSES.
the "Pinkerton strong box." His
manner and tone of sincerity, when
he declared Fotheringham innocent
of any complicity with him or his
companions, carried conviction with
it. He believed himself that a
blunder had been made,- and Fother-
ingham was wrongfully accused.
" I said, a short time ago," he
continued, addressing Wittrock,
"that you could lighten your sen-
tence if you wanted to do so."
" How ? "
"Tell me where you have hid the
Wittrock hesitated, and glanced at
his companions. Perhaps he saw in
their faces that if he didn't tell, they
would. He was willing, however, to
give them the same benefit accorded
him, arid pointing to Weaver, he said :
" Weaver knows where the money
is planted in Chicago, and Cook has
some hid around his shanty iri"
Kansas City. I put some under the
large tree, just east of the gate of the
old graveyard at Leavenworth."
A sign from Mr Pinkerton to one
of the detectives, and taking Weaver
with him, the man left the room.
Shortly after, Mr. Pinkerton, with
the remaining detectives, also took his
leave, and the two express robbers
The door had scarcely closed, when
dropping his cool and calm demeanour,
Wittrock sprang from his chair, and
confronting Haight with flaming
eyes, he whispered in terrible tones :
" Moriarity turned informer ; he
swore away our liberty, and all our
work has been turned to naught by
the cowardly traitor. Listen to me,
Haight, listen well, and when you
see the poltroon tell him that Jim
Cummings swore he would cut his
heart out. Aye ! I will do it, though
he were guarded behind double bars.
I'll search him out and tear the
traitor heart from his breast and
make him eat it, . by God — make
him eat it."
A gurgling sound and hissing
gasps recalled the furious man to his
senses, and he saw that in his frenzy
of anger he had clutched his com-
panion by the throat and was choking
him purple in the face.
A few gasps, and Haight had re-
covered his breath, rubbing his throat
ruefully, and edging away from his
dangerous and excited companion.
THE GREAT ADAMS EXPRESS ROBBERY.
His passionate outburst over, Witt-
rock regained his composure, and
lighting a cigar, gave one to Haight,
remarking in a light tone :
" I beg your pardon, old man ; I
didn't m;an to hurt you."
" Next time don't take me for
Moriarity," puffing the peace-offering.
" Do you know whom I would
like to see ? Those two chaps that
As if in answer to his call the door
opened, and Sam, with Chip follow-
Wittrock recognised them, and
with a hearty " Good morning,
gentlemen," motioned them to a
seat, with as little ceremony as if the
room were in his own house.
" Good morning, Jim," said Chip ;
' ' I'm sorry we had to pull you in
" It was a ground-hog case, eh ?"
"You don't seem to recognise us,"
" Yes, I do ; you gave me enough
cause last night to remember you all
" Suah enough, Massa Cummins,"
broke in Chip, imitating Scip's
Wittrock gazed at the speaker,
and in astonishment, cried :
" Scip ! "
" Suah as you bawn, honey, I's de
same ole Scip."
" And you ? " turning to Sam.
" Doctor Skinner, at your service."
" Then you're the two I have to
thank for my being here."
'•We helped the thing a little."
As they were talking, Weaver re-
turned with the detective, bringing
several packages of money, still in the
original wrappers, which Wittrock
had taken from the safe of the ex-
The sight of the recovered plunder
placed a quietus on the arrested men,
who now saw that the last link in
the chain had been forged, and felt
the walls of the penitentiary looming
up before them.
Settling into a stubborn silence,
they sullenly refused to utter another
word, and maintained this position
until they were placed on the train
for St. Louis, where they were locked
up to answer the indictments -which
the grand jury had already found
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JIM CUMMINGS CONFESSES.
Fotheringham, who had all this
time laid in jail, still protested his
innocence. He stated that the letter-
heads found in his trunk he had taken
from the general desk in the com-
pany's office, and that the reason the
signature of the Route Agent Bartlett
was found on the paper, Avas due to the
fact that he was about to write for a
permit for a vacation Christmas, and
simply practised writing the name.
This explanation was received with
smiles, but his friends came to the
rescue, and proved that he was in the
habit of writing names on every bit
of paper which came to hand ; that
this eccentricity was well known, and
his explanation should be received
with favour. The grand jury, how-
ever, found an indictment against
him, and he was held as an accomplice
to the robbery.
When the now noted express car
robbers, Wittroek, Haight and Weaver,
were brought up for trial, they
pleaded "guilty," and were sentenced
to a term of years in the Missouri
State penitentiary at Jefferson City.
A tew days later the train carried
them to that city, and as they passed
the various places, Wittroek pointed
out the gully in which was located
the moonshiner's cave where the
plunder was divided, and then, as the
train rounded the curve, he depicted,
in graphic language, the struggle
between Moriarity and himself, which
was only ended by the freight train
bearing down on them.
When the train arrived at Jeffer-
son City the three prisoners were
driven to the warden's office of the
penitentiary, and, after going through
the regular formalities, the striped
suits were put on them, and they
Oscar Cook was sentenced to a
term of years on the charge of being
an accessory after the fact, but Mori-
arity, in consideration of the valuable
services he had rendered the State, was
The house of Nance, the widow,
fortune-teller, and "fence," was broken
up, and with it the rendezvous of one
of the most daring bands of highway-
men which had ever infested that
section of the country. Nance escaped
the clutches of the law and disap-
peared from sight.
The detective work in connection
with this case was as skilful, daring,
and successful as any that have made
the detectives of the Paris world
Starting w'th the bit of torn express
tag, and following, thread by thread,
the broken bits of clues, which were
discovered by the hawk eyes of the
operatives, until the arrest of Cook, it
was as pretty a piece of business as
ever brought criminals to their just
A most remarkable fact connected
with the robbery and the subsequent
detection of its participators, is that
from first to last not a single human
life was taken.
Unlike Jesse or Frank James, Red-
nsy Burns, Frank Rande, or other
noted outlaws, who always shot
before a move was made, Jim Cum-
mings pitted brute strength and brain
power against brute strength and
brain power. He doubtless would not
have hesitated to take life if pushed
to the last extremity, but he placed
more reliance on his cunning, shrewd-
ness, and ready brain than on the
Jesse James, on a fleet horse, a revol-
ver in each hand, and surrounded by
his band of horse thieves and cut-
throats, was audacious and bold, and
would not hesitate to take desperate
chances, but it is doubtful if he would
have quietly and with business-like
foresight prepared for every emer-
gency, forged a letter on a forged
letter-head of an express company,
gained access to the car, and, single-
handed, attacked and bound a man
nearly as strong as himself, and then
leisurely helped himself to his booty.
The writer is not holding Jim
Cummings up in a laudatory
spirit, or as an object to be envied
and imitated, but as everything else
has its degrees of comparison, so have
the methods employed in committing
robbery, and the address, audacity,
skill, success, and intelligence dis-
played by Jim Cummings in robbing
the Adams Express Company of a
cool $5 3,000, cannot help but excite
a feeling akin to admiration. As
this was his first attempt, it would
take subsequent years to measure
the height which he might attain as
a highwayman. It may be that the
modern Jack Sheppard had his career
nipped in the bud by the Pinkerton
Detective Agency. That " eye that
never sleeps" must have winked pretty
often, when it learned of the various
and narrow escapes Jim Cummings
had from its agents, and Mr. Pinker-
ton confessed afterwards that he
passed many anxious nights and days
on account of Jim Cummings. The
money was gathered together from
the various sources designated by the
robbers, and when counted was
found to be almost the whole sum
originally put in the safe. The"'
robbery was committed in the latter
part of October, and the early part of
the following January found the
principals wearing the convicts'
* # # * #
The foregoing narrative would be
incomplete did it not relate the in-
cidents which brought Swanson's
ranche to a pile of ashes, and Swan-
son himself to an untimely end.
When Cummings and Moriarity,
with Sam and Chip, the detectives,
disguised as the doctor and Scip, his
negro servant, dashed away from the
ranche, carrying the greater part of
his wealth, Swanson was lying, an
unconscious man, on the floor of the
large room. The blow which felled
him to the ground had been given
with the full force of Cummings'
right arm, and partly overcome by
the copious libations of which he had
partaken previous to his short but
decisive fight with the train robber,
it was several hours before he regained
his senses. His men had rushed to
the pony herd at the first alarm, only
to find a stampede had loosened all
the horses, and they were helpless to
pursue the robbers.
Swanson's rage, when he fully
realised that he had been robbed, was
something terrible. He roamed the
vicinity of the ranche armed to the
heel, cursing and foaming at the
mouth, pouring maledictions of the
most blasphemous character upon the
men who had repaid his hospitality
with such a scurvy trick.
When finally the ponies had been
corralled, he vaulted on one, and,
galloping with the speed of the wind,
set out in pursuit of the robbers who
ha,\ mulcted him of his wealth. All
the cay he ranged the country, until
his ho/se, completely exhausted, re-
fused to move another step. His
own excited passion had calmed
down somewhat, so hobbling his
horse, he threw himself on the open
prairie and sank into a deep slumber.
During his absence a strange pro-
cession rode up to the ranche.
A large band Of Cherokee Indians
and half-breeds, headed by a chief of
the tribe, loped up the trail, and,
dismounting, asked for Swanson.
The angry tones and flashing eyes
of the red men portended a storm,
and, suspicious of coming danger to
the master of the ranche, a cowboy
mounted his pony and galloped off to
For several months previous the
Indians had been missing stock from
their herds 'of cattle. Steers and
yearlings had mysteriously disap-
peared, even under the keen eyes and
sharp ears of the Cherokees them-
selves. All efforts to discover the
thieves had proved fruitless, until,
chagrined and mortified by their ill
success, the Indians resolved to let
nothing escape nor a stone unturned
which would lead to the detection of
the parties making away with their
Relays of scouts were detaMed, and
a few days previous to their appear-
ance at Swanson's ranche the first
trail had been found, which they
followed with all the skill and
cunning that have made the red men
of America ' peculiarly famous. Day
and night the pursuit had been
followed, and it led them direct to
He had long been suspected of such
methods of procuring his stock, but
so cunningly had he managed to
cover his tracks that he had escaped
being caught up to this time.
His day of punishment had arrived,
and his executioners were gathered
around the ranche awaiting his return.
The cowboy had failed to find him,
and the early morning found Swan-
son returning home. The Indians
had posted scouts in all directions,
and when one of them galloped in.
conveying the intelligence that Swan-
son was coming, the temporary camp
was awakened, and with their
blankets over their heads the Indians
patiently waited for their victim.
All unsuspicious of danger, he
came at a hard gallop over the range,
nor did he discover his visitors until
he wheeled around the corner of the
house and found himself in their midst.
A dozen hands immediately grappled
him, dragging him from the saddle,
and pinioned his arms behind him.
Not a word had been spoken ; their
silence and his own guilty conscience
told him that he had no mercy to
hope for. As husband of a Cherokee
squaw, he was looked on as a member
of their tribe, and as such would be
tried by their methods, found guilty
or not guilty ; and if guilty, he knew
he would be shot at once.
His reckless, bold spirit asserted
itself at this critical period, and 'hold-
ing his head erect, he asked, speaking
the Cherokee tongue :
" Am I a coyote, that my brother
traps me in this way ? "
The dignified chief, folding his
arms across his breast, his face stern
and forbidding, replied :
" Coyote ! No, dog of a pale face.
The coyote would yelp in mockery to
hear you call yourself one."
"That isn't answering my question,
Eagle Claw. What I want to know
is, why am I jumped on in this
way ?" asked Swanson, his tone pacific
and calm, and his manner free from
anger, for he saw that it would re-
quire a deal of diplomacy to get him
out of the scrape.
" You shall be answered, but not
here," and the chief, Eagle Claw, plac-
ing his curved hand to his mouth,
emitted a shrill, piercing yell, which
was repeated by the line of scouts,
until the most remote vidette heard,
and headed his horse to the ranche.
The Indians in some parts of the
territory are partly civilised and live
in organised towns and villages,
electing their head men from time to
time. Others are wild and uncivi-
lised, wandering from place to place,
pitching their tepees of buffalo hide
on the bank of some rippling stream,
or, sequestered in some lovely valley,
engage in the pursuit of game and in
the care of their herds of ponies and
It was to the latter class that Eagle
Claw and his band belonged. Gaudy
paint, vemillion and yellow, smeared
their faces in all the fantastic designs
which their grotesque imaginations
could invent. The tanned buckskin
leggings, fringed and beaded, were
supported at the waist by a belt of
leather embroidered and figured. A
blanket thrown carelessly over the
shoulder completed the costume, with
the addition of mocassins made of
raw hide. Their ponies were selected
from the cream of their stock, and
the gorgeous trappings of the saddles
and harness made a most picturesque
scene as the cavalcade filed over the
Riding between two stalwart speci-
mens of the Cherokee tribe, Swanson
was closely guarded. All the answer
he could get for his indignant ques-
tionings was a surly " Humph," or a
sullen admonition to keep quiet.
The chief led the party due south-
west from Swanson's ranche, and all
day long the sturdy ponies were kept
at the long, swinging lope which en-
ables them to cover miles during a
Late in the afternoon the chief,
rising in his stirrups, gave a peculiar,
vibrating yell, which was immediately
taken up by his followers until the
welkin rang with the penetrating
Like a faint echo an answering yell
came back, and soon the forms of
horsemen, dashing over the range,
could be discerned.
Familiar with all the Indian cus-
toms, Swanson recognised the yell.
It told the camp that the scouting
party had returned successful.
A short canter and the entire band
wheeled around th'e edge of a track of
timber and came out upon the
village, pitched on the banks of a
stream of water, the tepees grouped
in a circle around the chiefs wigwam,
the blue smoke curling lazily through
the aperture at the top, and the wel-
come smell of cooking meats perme-
ating the place. Swanson was given
in charge of a guard and escorted to
a vacant tepee, where he was firmly
bound, hand and foot, and thrown
upon a pile of fur robes.
A large fire had been built near
Eagle Claw's wigwam, and one by
one the sub-chiefs, head-men, and old
Indians of the tribe gravely stalked
towards it and seated themselves in
Rising from his place, Eagle Claw
ordered the prisoner to be brought
As Swanson caught sight of the
council fire, the stern faces surround-
ing it, and the grave air of his
captors, his guilty heart sank within
him, and, trembling in every joint,
he was hardly able to totter to the
place assigned him. The Indians
noted his condition with scornful
eyes, and Eagle Claw, advancing from
the rest, said :
" How now ! does the coyote
tremble because he is asked to join
the council with his brethren ? "
The mocking words brought Swan-
son's pluck back again, and drawing
himself to his full height, he an-
" You red devil ! Don't brother
me. Drop that beating around the
bush and out with the truth."
" 'Tis well. A liar is a curse to his
people. The Cherokees are men of
truth and have but a single
" The Cherokees are the biggest
rascals in the territory, the meanest
horse-thieves, and couldn't tell the
truth to save their rascally necks
from the halter," said Swanson.
The Indian's eyes flashed ominously
at these words, and raising his voice,
he said :
" My brother has a long tongue.
It might be well if it were cut out ;
but we know he is joking, for is he
not a Cherokee himself?"
" Not I. You can't make a mustang
out of a broken-down broncho, and
you can't make a white man out of
" But you took one of the fairest of
our young maidens to your tepee,
" Fairest young maiden ? I took
the skinniest rack-a-bones in the
tribe. The old hag ! She was too
lazy to earn her salt; and was the
biggest fool that ever wore calico."
A terrible look of rage came into
Eagle Claw's face, for Swanson had
married his own sister, and such an
insult was not to be brooked. But
with all the powers of dissimulation
which the Indian possesses, he forced
a smile to his lips, and, blandly
speaking, pointed to the thongs
around Swanson's arms.
"It is not well that our brother
should be tied that way," and draw-
ing his keen knife, he cut the thongs,
and Swanson freed his arms.
His arms free, all of Swanson's
courage returned. Hastily glancing
round the circle, he suddenly shot
out his right arm. Reeling back-
ward, Eagle Claw fell to the ground,
and the Indians saw something pass
them like the wind, straight for the
In an instant the camp was in
commotion, hoarse yells came from
tawny throats, and in swift pursuit
of the flying Swanson the braves ran
He had the start, however, and
agile and athletic to a remarkable
degree, his hands pressed to his side,
his mouth closed and saving his wind,
he sped before the pursuing red men
and gained the corral of the ponies.
The Indians had not taken his
knife from him, and hastily selecting
his steed, the leather lariat was
severed in a trice, and vaulting on
his back, Swanson made a dash for
life into the darkness. The thunder-
ing of hoofs told him. that the red
devils were close after him. Turning
abruptly to one side, he rode at right
^angles to his former course, and sud-
denly drawing up his horse he stood
still. The sound of the chase neared
him, and presently he heard them
sweeping past, the darkness com-
pletely shrouding himself and his
horse from their keen eyes.
Leaping to the ground, he placed
his ear to the earth, and the faint
throbbing of the horse-hoofs beating
the ground grew fainter as his pur-
suers rode further away.
Mounting his horse again, he com-
menced slowly and stealthily to
circumnavigate the camp, and it
wasn't until he had gained the
opposite side that he ventured to put
his horse to a gallop.
He had never been in that section
of the country before, but it did not
matter, so long as he could put a good
distance between himself and his cap-
tors, in which direction he rode.
The dawn of the next day found
his horse loping along, Swanson
keeping a sharp eye out for Indians.
He was satisfied that he had at
last eluded pursuit, and turning into
a clump of timber he tied his horse
with the remnants of the lariat and
threw himself on the ground near it.
All day long he slept, and as even-
ing closed in he turned his horse
from the timber and mounting a
slight elevation near it, he gazed
around for landmarks. To his sur-
prise, he recognised the country as
that near his own ranche, and feeling
the pangs of hunger in a most dis-
tressing degree, he urged his horse in
the direction of the ranche.
He had ridden several hours, and
he knew that he must be somewhere
near his place, when, rising before
him, he discerned the house.
Almost simultaneous with his dis-
covery a wide sheet of flame burst
from the roof, and, dismayed and
astonished, Swanson checked his
A multitude of yells rent the air,
and Swanson, turning his horse,
again fled before the avenging Chero-
kees, but a hissing whistling sound
was heard, a long, writhing lariat
shot out, and the noose, falling over
Swanson's shoulders, drew together
with the run, and, lifted completely
from the saddle, Swanson was thrown
senseless to the ground. A bucket-
ful of water was dashed over his face,
and recovering he saw the demon
faces of Eagle Claw and his band
" My brother was cold and we
started a fire that he might get warm.
He was lost and we made a light to
guide him here. We love our
brother Swanson. We would always
have him with us," jeered the
To this Swanson was incapable of
replying. His senses were benumbed,
and he hardly realised what was
going on around him. Staggering to
his feet he reeled to and fro like
a drunken man.
As he walked towards the fire, he
was suddenly grasped from behind,
and again were his arms pinioned.
There was no escape for him this
time. Forced to his knees, he was
placed facing half a dozen of the best
marksmen of the tribe. His shirt
was torn open, exposing his hairy
breast. A signal was given, and the
sharp reports of the rifles rang out in
tune with the crackling timbers of the
house, and falling to his face, Swanson
gave a convulsive struggle and died
as his own roof fell in ; and a mass
of blackened timbers marked the place
where once stood Swanson's ranche.
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